...it's off to work we go. in round 2, there's a lot of deja vu. all the little things you have to do to keep these kids alive come back to you - everything's the same but a little bit different. breast feeding is working this time around which is lovely and i think both parties enjoy the experience more than at least one of them thought. papa feels a little less necessary than he did when he was The Milk Man but now that mama is back to work, we both have returned to the duties that come with expressing. the little sacks of dated milk popsicles have returned to our freezer, slowing taking over the space from less life-sustaining items like Haagen Dazs and frozen yoghurt bars. watching all that liz does to make this kid stay alive and happy, makes me pretty glad my mammory glands have been switched off. she's a trooper. when the kids are teenagers and pulling their melodramatic nonsense, i'm going to be the cliched father reminding them of all this work that went into making them. i'm sure they will weigh this knowledge and reason through it and accept that perhaps they were hasty in their behaviour and apologise.
on another note, i missed being home with Charlie the way i was home with Schuyler. this new job has many advantages (like being home in the evenings with the kids and being able to attend all doc appointments but i don't get the summers off to be with my kids either - cry me a river, eh?). i feel like i haven't been enough of his dad yet. i'm working on making this up to him over his lifetime. i may even learn a sport or something.
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