Most of the Time

My wife's parents are visiting again, and we have all been going over to the grandparents house in the evening every day to see them for dinner (and the afternoons on weekends). But I had a lot of work to get done after our nanny went home today, and I'm meeting my coworkers at the office tomorrow, for the first time since the pandemic began, so I stayed home alone tonight to finish work and get ready for tomorrow. With the house to myself, I connected to our Bluetooth stereo and started working my way through playlists I hadn't listened to for a while. Each one is an anchor for an era, based on when I listened to it the most, and they are bringing back memories and putting me in the mood to blog while my laundry runs.

Life is slowly getting back to normal. I've been going into the office a couple of days a week for the past two weeks, even though almost nobody is there and we aren't expected to be there (other than this semi-social team meetup tomorrow) until after labor day. It just feels good to be back there at my desk, without the clutter and distractions of my home office. The firm's official post-pandemic policy is that we should plan to be present in the office at least three days a week, and that we can work remotely the other two days. My wife and I are hoping that she can go in to her offices just the two days a week that I can be home, so that one of us can be home every day to keep an eye on our nanny. We really appreciate our nanny's help, but we aren't fully confident in leaving her home alone with our son.

He is ten months old now, has two teeth (one fully protruded, one just broken through), and is able to balance without holding on to things for a few seconds at a time. He loves crawling up the stairs and playing with the springy doorstops in our house, and he plays tug of war with our Yorkie (he tries at playing fetch too, but he can't really throw yet). He was still at the top of the growth chart percentiles at his checkup last month, which means he is like a medicine ball that likes to be carried around. But a happy, cuddly medicine ball. He's still a lot of work, but he is getting better about sleeping in his crib, and we are getting used to having our lives revolve around him. We are starting to think about having a second child, although my wife is starting a new job and wants to settle into that before getting pregnant. I think two kids might be our limit though, based on how much time and energy they take. We will see.

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