Thing 3

This is the third in a series of posts sharing what God has taught me during the last few months

The grass is not greener...just a different shade.

When we finally made the decision to leave Portland I was terrified of not having a "paycheck job" anymore.  I was also very excited about the time I would be able to spend at home with my son.  I thought that we would get to do all kinds of fun things together.  I thought that I would have time to do the laundry, vacuum, blog, brush up on my culinary skills, play at the park, take walks every day, take pictures every day, record videos of the wonderful things that Baby Mange is learning to do and on and on and on...

Well, I haven't.

For one, all of those extra hours I thought I would have to do all of those amazing things are spent vigilantly watching my child.  Baby Mange has been walking with assistance since he was about seven months old.  He started walking on his own four days after we moved into our apartment.  Four days.  Our tiny little ten month old was toddling between teetering towers of boxes.  Now, the place is childproof as far as his safety is concerned but it's nearly impossible to childproof the place for my sanity.  There are just certain things we can't move or keep out of his reach because we don't have room to store them or the means to purchase giant locking boxes that can be lowered from the ceiling or raised up out of the floor to keep his tiny little hands away from the computer, lamp, television buttons, etc.  The experienced parents are laughing at me; or maybe you're nodding your head in agreement.  Either way, the kid keeps me on my toes.

So while the living room might be relatively picked up it's because I have stacks of boxes and papers and other things hiding in my bedroom.  And though the laundry is clean, it still sits in a basket in front of the television so that Baby Mange cannot turn it on and off or hide his blocks behind the entertainment center.  And we're eating a lot of Mexican because it's fast and Baby Mange loves beans.  And Bananas.

And Dancing!