Bye, bye, balloons
A bunch of pretty, pink “It’s a Girl!” balloons have been floating around our house for the past 11 weeks, and the last of them finally deflated and made their way to the garbage last night. (It’s amazing that they lasted so long!) I’m usually sentimental about these things, but the timing of the balloons’ demise actually felt quite appropriate: after almost three months, the novelty of having another baby, one who probably can’t even be called a newborn any longer, has somewhat worn off. I’m not saying I’m not still excited about having Avery here, of course, but the initial shock/thrill/fear(?) that comes from having a second is gone. We’re finally adjusted to being a family of four, I think, and things are getting easier and – as Avery does more cooing, smiling and squealing – more fun. I compare these days to the first few weeks, when we were basically in survival mode, and I’m grateful we’re past that!
More changes – and ones bigger than the disposal of balloons – are on the horizon, and I’m sure I’ll have mixed feelings about them. But for now, I’m feeling happy about where we are and okay about exiting the newborn/pink balloon era.
-M