The baby has been spending quite a bit of time in her baby jogger. We got the stroller as a gift from B's boss and it has all the bells and whistles. I try to walk 3-4 miles per day and I've been pretty good so far. I missed yesterday because my dad came over to "help" build a workbench for me in the garage.
I intended to do the hard work, but he ended up doing most of the heavy cutting and lifting. Thanks dad! You're a champ!
The New Workbench
I drew the workbench out on paper and bought the lumber and had it delivered. The final project is exactly what I wanted, so I am very excited to get rolling on my various projects. I still need to build that GD kitchen table so we're not eating off an Ikea desk... not that there's anything wrong with that.
Did he come over to build stuff or hold the baby? Hmmm.
While I intended the bowling alley floor to be used as my kitchen table top, I am a little hesitant because the piece of wood is so large. 8x4 feet is big and I spend my whole day walking between the kitchen and family room. I have another use for the bowling alley floor. I may use it as a desk top in the bonus room upstairs. I am thinking of making, yes, that's right, miss, er Mrs. handy woman here is hoping to make a desk and matching shelving. Have I been watching too many DIY shows or what?
This morning. Maverick says, "Is she going to eat me?"
The countdown to return to work is on and I'm trying very hard not to freak out, but I feel an emotional breakdown is necessary if not required. I don't want to miss anything. I don't want to miss one breath, one sneeze, one diaper change, her first time crawling, her first tooth, her first word...
So much happens on a weekly basis that I just can't believe I have to be away from her. She is my heart. She is my breath. But a paycheck is kind of vital.