Same Same But Different

In past posts, I've mentioned how Mike and I say "Thank you" for a lot of things. 

"Thanks for starting the car, Babe"

"Thanks for getting groceries"

"Thanks for changing the cat shitter"

Lately, we've made a slight alteration to the beginning of our thank yous.  I am finding that we are saying, "Thanks for letting me..." more often.

"Thanks for letting me nap"

"Thanks for letting me shower" (with this one, it's more like "Thank YOU for finally showering!")

"Thanks for letting me go out"

Since Katelyn has been in our world, some things have changed, some things haven't.  We didn't have a total upheavel of our lives the way that two people who have never had kids may have experienced.  If you go from just being the two of you with tons of free time and the ability to go wherever, whenever than, yah, you're obviously going to notice the difference a baby makes in your world. 

But for me, I already had ten years of life with kids under my belt.  And life with Joel can be comparable to life with a newborn.  He wakes up in the middle of the night, calling for us to roll him over or to have a drink of milk.  He needs to be fed, changed and entertained.  In some ways, caring for Joel is more demanding than caring for Katelyn.  For one thing, Katelyn sleeps for X amount of hours in a day.  When Joel's home from school, he's up for 13 hours straight, plus the night-time calls.  Katelyn is content to sit and stare off into space for awhile.  Joel needs to be constantly surrounded by electronic entertainment. 

In the last few weeks before Katelyn was born, I was lamenting the soon-to-be loss of our weekend freedom.  But in the last three months, those weekends are still just as freeing as they were before.  Mike and I can still have in-house date nights (where we buy whatever snackies we want, rent some movies and indulge ourselves).  I'm still free to take off shopping, as long as Mike isn't working.  It is still a nice, relaxing time to ourselves.  Even with caring for Katelyn, it still gives us a chance to recharge for the week that is to come.

And because posts with pictures are that much better gooder, here's a funny one from Easter supper at Mike's mom's house.  Katelyn looks like a pissed-off golfer.  Or maybe she's finally getting fed up with the fact that I love that outfit so much so that I have vowed to make her wear it every day until it's too small.