We were beyond grateful. After our crazy trip back from
Dallas, resulting in a hasty return to work and a house that looked as if had
been hit by a tornado, the weather gods took pity on us and gave us a
much-needed snow day.
We used it for what I call "life maintenance."
Seth got some studying done, I cooked and cleaned and did load after load of
laundry, and Finley did baby yoga.
Which wore her out, at least temporarily. (I
couldn't resist sharing this photo because I love when she smiles in her sleep.)
Of
course, Friday was a long day and an even longer commute, so by the time
Saturday rolled around we were ready for more downtime.
Seth had midterms coming up and needed to get schoolwork
done, so Finley and I hung out, caught up on our DVR stockpile, and had a
mimosa or two. (Fine, I had mimosas. Although Finley, who has started to show a
great deal of interest in food and drink- much to our excitement- was eying them.)
We also hung out at Michelle and Josh's, where Finley charmed everyone and met
her first dog. She did not love it.
Seth took study breaks to play with his partner in crime,
and we had family singalong time with the "Wee Sing" books Mom and
Dad sent us (a nostalgic throwback to my childhood.)
And here I should take a few lines to say what I don't often enough: that I am
both proud of and grateful for a husband who is such a loving, committed,
terrific Dad. Just how terrific is evident every time he walks in the room (Finley
stops whatever she's doing and fixates on him until he picks her up) or when I try my hand at helicopter or the very involved baby workouts Seth has
invented (the look she gives me says "Mom, please. Dad does it way
better.") With so much on our plates, we're definitely in the tag-team parenting
phase ("You hold her while I make dinner;" "You give her a bath
while I unload groceries;" etc.), but Seth always makes time to play with
Finley or help out with whatever needs done, and rarely even starts on his
schoolwork until after she's in bed. With the hours he keeps and the demands on
his time (he does most of the daycare dropoffs and pickups too), I'm totally
in awe of the fact that he brought home straight As last semester, and is
managing to train for the Paralympics somewhere in there too. I'm beyond impressed-
and lucky to be married to such a consummate team player and kickass Dad. My friends talk about the ideal being a partnership in which there is no "senior parent," and that's not everybody's reality. It is in our house (although, much to my chagrin, there is a "fun parent." Any guesses who?)
That said, the photos of the week are Dad-themed.
Finley holding her ball while watching ESPN,
and sporting her new pink shades (courtesy of Seth.)
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