Summer’s over. I’m sad about that, but mostly relieved. It’s been a crazy one, and I’m exhausted.
In addition to still trying to get the hang of this parenting thing, my wife and I spent six weeks trying to get a mortgage in the midst of the worst economy in history. Stressful to say the least, but we got our commitment letter and are hoping to move by the end of September.
We also traveled just about every weekend. These were generally short trips—to Philadelphia, the New Jersey shore, upstate New York—that were meant to be relaxing, but when you’re traveling with babies, nothing’s easy, much less relaxing. Everything requires meticulous thought and planning: Do we need the stroller? How many outfits will they need? How many bottles do we bring for the car ride? It’s a constant test for me and my wife, of our organizational skills and our ability to work together as a team.
The twins continue to amaze me. Back in May, they were a mere three months old and just barely taking notice of the outside world. Now they’re seven months old, sitting up on their own, eating baby food, grabbing whatever they can get their hands on and putting it straight into their mouths. Both are on the verge of crawling and just last week my daughter’s first teeth came in (the two bottom front ones).
Through it all I struggled to stay on plan, but I was generally able to keep myself under control by walking 40 minutes to work most days and being far more selective about the foods I chose to indulge in and the portions of said indulgences during the week. Wine, cheese and pizza were my biggest temptations, and still are, especially on the weekends.
We still have our move from Manhattan to Queens to deal with, which is major, but hopefully things will slow down some and we’ll be able to enjoy settling in to our new home as a family.
So here’s to a calmer, gentler fall and winter.
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