We went over to my brother’s house for dinner tonight. He, his wife, and his girls all went out of their way to make a lovely and delicious vegan / gluten-free dinner. It was wonderful catching up and it was even more wonderful to watch our nieces with Violet, especially the five-year-old, who was particularly smitten. It was also disquieting to hear how much louder Violet’s cries seem in someone else’s house and to realize that taking the baby out into the world leaves both Linda and me, by the time we get back home, feeling like we just ran a marathon. Is this something we get used to?
91 days old