Friday nights

Friday nights used to be fun and exciting. Jonathan and I would look forward to plans with friends, movies, events, dinner at our favorite neighborhood restaurant Birds. Now we spend Friday nights at home with Chicken.*** We do have our new kitchen though so we enjoy cooking at home to start off the weekend. I guess this must be what it feels like to be Orthodox. I take that back as I imagine few of the Orthodox blog on Shabbat. . .

It's amazing how quickly time goes by when you have a baby. I don't mean how quickly they grow up, although I am sure I will one day marvel at that too. I mean more in the sense of actual time. Cutie eats every three hours. I am amazed at how often every three hours is. I feel like I just fed her each time I do it, or that I've gotten nothing done since the last time I fed her and all of a sudden it's time to feed her again.

***I don't mean eating chicken, I mean a baby called "Chicken." Having absolutely nothing to do with her pre-partum name "the McNugget," we often call Julian "Chicken." Everyone kept comparing her weight to a chicken when she was born and she had a few poultryish poses in the beginning so the name stuck. We also sometimes refer to her as "Cutie." I'll see what name sticks for this blog as I keep writing.