At the Touch-a-Truck festival this weekend, the Critter enforced the law …
… and drove a cement mixer.
The festival was the beginning of a weekend in which we did much too much too much. By midnight on Sunday, I was throwing up (thus no Monday links this week, among other things).
Some time before the barfing began, I realized that more has changed with the birth of the Gnome than I have acknowledged. I haven’t felt anything like the radical break from my previous life that I did when the Critter was born, but still. We’re creating new rhythms — and, to some degree, new relationships — with each other. We need to be gentler with ourselves, gentler with each other.
Which includes not walking, walking, walking all over Brooklyn — and even parts of Manhattan! — over the course of a weekend.
Linked up at Hobo Mama, I Thought I Knew Mama, Farmer’s Daughter, and the Natural Parents Network.
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Well, the trucks sound like fun! The barfing… not so much. I hope you are feeling better!
Oh, my goodness, we need one of those festivals! But not the barfing. I could do without that.
What is it with walking too much postpartum? I did that when Alrik was a couple weeks old and bled like a stuck pig. (TMI?)
I do agree that the transition to two, for us, has been smoother psychically. With our firstborn, we were trying so hard to be our pre-baby selves still, and now we’ve … well, “given up” sounds pathetic; I’ll say we’re contented with who we’ve become: parents.