Once more unto the breach...
Today, while technically Sunday, is my Friday. Basically, at 3pm when I punched out from work, I punched in for work at the Daddy Day Care. It's impossible to try to guess what's coming my way. Here goes nothing.
While waiting for a review of Alaina's favorite two days of the week, I present some things I've discovered since my last confession.
- Regardless of how long you will be gone from your house, you will overpack. You will be taking along way too much stuff. Wayyyyy too much stuff.
This one probably doesn't need too much explanation. It's just going to happen. Regardless of what you do, you will take too much stuff. Sure, you need to be prepared for whatever your little one will throw your way... but, trust me... You aren't moving away from home, and you will be back home sooner than you think.
We took the baby out in the car for a few hours on Friday, and we ended up with the following in the car with us. One baby bag, bursting at the seams. One large container of formula. Two bottles. Three different outfits. Two pairs of pajamas. Ten or so diapers. A toy or two.
We used the following... One outfit, one diaper, one bottle and burp cloth.
- There is one perpetual tie in the course of family-dom. I don't think I can say which is the winner. This one is way to close.
It takes about as long to get the baby ready to go out, as it does to get Mommy out the door. It is also just about as challenging. I'm just saying.
- I'm now 32. We've had a baby for three and a half months. Having a baby, will not make the word "nipple" any less funny.
Nipple.
Here's a photo from our Friday on the road.
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