I LOVE living in a house. Feel like a real grown-up.
My first couple weeks at work have been good. Nate is so sweet and getting such a big personality!
My first week I managed to tackle a grocery store run with a 5 month old. Not an easy task. It included pushing the cart with one hand while feeding him a bottle with the other. Once getting to the house, one of the dogs escaped (like lightning) out the front door while I was trying to get him to go outside in the back (quirkiest dog ever). After the dog was rescued, and Nate was down for a nap, I realized after searching the house that my keys were locked in my car... needless to say, it was a very full day. The next week was not short of drama and included my attempt to clip sweet little Nate's fingernails (a task I HAVE successfully completed with other babies) and resulted in a small clip of his finger as well... lots of blood (I thought it would never stop) and lots of screaming. I felt horrible and it was very stressful for both of us. Regardless of the stressful moments, I couldn't be more happy with my job.
My roommates love to do things together, which I love. We all sat on the couch and watched Fiddler on the Roof this afternoon. I had my Bible study girls over for brunch after church and got to use our GREAT kitchen. Did I mention I love being in a house?! This evening has ended with Golden Globes,a glass of wine, and a snack of goldfish. Who doesn't have goldfish with their wine? Ha!
Yay for an awesome kitchen!
