Think of parenting as a circus act.
Not the grotesque type where you get over-sized wild animals to do things, rather the one where a juggler starts off with one baton, then two, until he has 7 or 8 in the air. It takes extreme patience and a lot of practice to juggle like that and I have to admit, I am a bit clumsy.
We have refined our routine to synchronize the activities in the evening that we have the, dogs fed, dinner made, baby fed, bathed and put to bed by 7pm. The house-hold tasks then starts in cleaning, preparing for the following work day, packing the creche bags, studying, cello practice and giving the dogs some much needed attention.
The big adjustment is that we cannot simply abandon our routine for an evening to go for sushi if we had a rough day at work.
9 and a half months in the teeth are cutting nicely, crawling with a cute little bum-shuffle rather than on all fours and developing a slight case of separation anxiety.
Two things I am grateful for is that we never had Luke sleep in the room with us. He slept in his own room (or with the night nurse) from day 1. The second is that we put him in creche from a young age. He has developed much faster and is socially much more advanced than what he would have been if he was at home for up to 6 months.
Weekends can get a bit "long" as he is now very busy and requires constant stimulation. The times that he is content to entertain himself seems short-lived and while we enjoy every minute (well we enjoy most minutes) there is an element of TGIM (thank G_d its Monday) every week.
The juggling act will continue with demanding work schedules, personal health, post graduate studies, building a house and cello lessons (for the wife, I am tone death).
The next milestone is talking and walking. I dread the walking-bit. The next post will probably contain a list of items that broke or got damaged with a new-found skill of walking.
Now to search for a good article on child-proofing our house...
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