Our evening routine used be a mad dash of dinner prep, shoveling food down as fast as we could, bouncing Ralph, clean up and bath time. By the time we had Ralph lotioned and dressed, he'd be exhausted and angry, and Ryan would be like NURSE HIM, QUICK! And when it was all over, Ryan and I would plop down on the couch, frazzled and totally pooped.
It took us an embarrassing amount of time to realize this stupid routine wasn't working for anybody.
So now when Ryan gets home from work, we ignore everything else and the three of us have a little family time. We play and chat and tickle fat baby chins. Ralph gets an earlier bath that lasts longer than 2 minutes and includes a rubber duck. And then there's books and songs and prayers and kisses. By 7:15pm, he's out. It is THE best, even if we are eating dinner at 8pm.
And I don't know, it just feels really good to figure things like this out. Being first-time parents isn't easy, so when we have these little victories we're like, high five! We're okay at parenting!
I just wanted to tell you that.
Anyway, it's Friday! And Ryan came home from work early so we could do a little bit more birthday celebrating this weekend. Aka, we're painting the living room.