I ran my first errand with both kiddos today.
We went to Target to return something and bought a few essentials.
This might not sound impressive, but it feels like a major milestone to me.
There were no nuclear meltdowns, no major drama and all limbs are still attached.
The baby might have gotten poked a few times by her big brother, but she didn't seem to mind so I'm declaring victory.
This is my first week on my own, outnumbered by children. It hasn't been easy, but it's been a heck of a lot better than I feared.
Audrey is four weeks old now. Thankfully, she is a relatively laid back baby. She's an alert, content little lady and is quickly growing some impressive thigh rolls.
I think she is pretty prefect.
And as a bonus, the last two nights she went over four hours between feedings. Again, this probably doesn't sound impressive, but after nursing every two to three hours around the clock for the last four weeks it was a major step.
The zombie fog that has settled in my brain is starting to clear a little. (And I'm wearing pants with a zipper! Sorry - just needed to share that.)
The little man continues to be an awesome big brother. He continues to love the baby and really hasn't gotten jealous. He's a bit overly helpful at times, but that was pretty much his style long before he became a big brother.
I think it would be too bold to say I've got my groove back, but at least I can hear the music again.
Hopefully, I'll feel up to joining the dance again in a few weeks.