LilZ came back home yesterday and we spent the day being one big happy family. That actually somehow manages to ALL squeeze into a Honda Fit, giving a whole new interpetation of the name, “Fit.” Granted, we looked like a group of clowns getting out of it – but still – we fit!
We also took our first bath (not as a family, that would be weird) and our first walk around the block. That we cut short at the end of the street because I suddenly remembered I had been sliced open less than a week ago and maybe I should take it easy.
It’s been a good day, although I still have not figured out a new family system. When you add a new member, things get shifted in terms of responsibility and priority. Like – MrZ is now in charge of everything but feeding the new baby and I am only in charge of feeding the new baby. I’m not sure if this is fair or not, but it’s the system we seem to have adopted for the first few days and I’m not filing any complaints about it. MrZ, on the other hand, is passed out asleep on the floor of our bedroom as I write this. I’m thinking maybe he’s tired? Worn out from several days of going non-stop as Mother, Father, Zookeeper, Gardener, Maid and Cook? Ya think?