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"Tag team parenting" is rough. We're hanging in there, and feeling very self-congratulatory about it, but it is not easy. I know Seth feels bad when he sees me set three nightly alarms and then drag myself to the gym before work. I myself have done exactly one day care dropoff, though, and screwed it up royally (earning myself a "that's not how Finley's Daddy does it!" lecture). I will be forever grateful that Seth takes that production off my hands every day, and- apparently- pulls it off with panache. He picks her up too, and it's so nice to walk in after a long day- and a longer commute- and see my two favorite people hanging out. I never forget how lucky I am.
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Right?
Finley's two week appointment was last week. She's in the 75th percentile for weight and the 38th for height. Of course I took this as an admonition that I needed to do more to fatten my baby up. Seth took it as a sign that she is an athlete.
She got her shots that day too, and took them like a champ. Luckily, vaccination day coincided with our first big snow of the year, and the roads looked like this:
so I opted out of the horrific commute and stayed home to snuggle her,
which lasted all of about an hour before the shot that the doctor claimed would make her sleepy wore off, and she spent the rest of the day doing this:
We had a quiet weekend at home, having originally contemplated taking Finley to the Eastern Shore for some pheasant hunting. When the weather forecast called for an eight degree morning, we capitulated to the demands of having an infant, and I stayed home while Seth went to try out the Binelli shotgun I got him last year for his birthday. (It was a rousing success.)
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It's a crazy week in the Nieman house now, as I juggle appellate arguments and Seth heads to Annapolis every day for a research study. This morning I got all of 15 minutes of workout time in the pool, and was grateful for it. Tomorrow I get to figure out how to drop Finley off, squeeze into my ASUs, and get to the Court of Appeals downtown, in a snowstorm, while juggling a breastpumping schedule. Always an adventure!
And always, always worth it.
In "photo of the week" news, Finley cheered hard for the Bison this weekend as they won their fourth straight national FCS title. (Her father dressed her. Obviously.)
She also figured out how to make the acid trip-y flower on her bouncer arch spin. This photo should be called, "determination."
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