A lot of people have been asking about my first week at home with AJ, so I figured a blog post was in order.
Monday morning, we went grocery shopping. That may not seem like such a big deal, but Jesse has been the primary grocery shopper pretty much since we got married. It was a bit strange to be shopping in the middle of the day, but the lines were way better than they are on the weekends.
In the afternoon, the sun was out and it was reasonably warm, so we went for a walk. AJ loves to walk. She asks for one pretty much every day.
Tuesday morning, AJ decided I needed to start unpacking my boxes from my desk at work. So she set to work unpacking them for me. Then she arranged everything inside the bottom portion of an upside-down chair.
Then we went & met Jesse for sushi lunch. He had gotten a groupon to Ohana in Seattle, so we drove up there (because we could). Oh. Em. Gee. You guys. That sushi is amazing. Our server, Gordon, was absolutely smitten with AJ and took fantastic care of her. She got oranges & bananas before the meal, miso soup & rice with our meal, and an Oreo cookie for dessert. The only thing that was a little confusing was that we were never offered a high chair.
This fish lamp was on the shelf behind us. AJ is really into labeling everything, so every time she saw it she would ask “Fish? Fish? Fish?” “Yes, honey. Those are fish. Good job.”
The sushi kicked off Jesse’s Carb Nite, so after dinner, we headed out the new Black Bear froyo bar that just moved in next to Winco. AJ is tall enough (barely) to sit at the chairs at the table & loves to do so. I sometimes can’t believe how grown up she looks.
This picture captures pretty well the personality & typical behavior of my daughter. After unbuckling her high chair & climbing onto her knees and being told multiple times to “Sit on your bottom”, she kicked her feet off to the side & smirked at me, like “Okay, I’m sitting on my bottom, but you didn’t say I had to face forward.” Seriously. Whose kid is this? I don’t know anyone who ever behaved like that…
Part of me wishes I had taken a before picture of this space, but, on the other hand, I find myself grateful that there isn’t any photographic evidence of the state it was in. I have written multiple times about my struggles with homemaking & housecleaning in particular. Being home allowed me to cook & maintain a certain level of stasis, but I couldn’t seem to make a dent in the dishes. My mom & grandma came over today & ran two full loads through my dishwasher, not to mention myriads of handwash dishes piled in both sinks & both sides of the counters. I feel like I’ll be able to start the week off ahead, rather than in the same place I left off or worse.
Thanks to both of you! You guys are amazing!