I know, I know. We shouldn't be taking the baby out during flu season. But poor W, what about him? He can't just stay cooped up at home all day every day. And I don't wanna split up the family. And I'll be completely honest. I need to get out of the house, too. I spent most of my pregnancy stuck at home. Now that I'm ALMOST back to my normal self, I'm raring to get things done and hang out with my big boy.
With P home for paternity leave, we're trying to take advantage and expose W to as much fun activities as possible. Poor guy was stuck at home because I was such a sickly and sucky preggo. We met up with some good friends and headed to the one place we knew W would absolutely love. Travel Town!! TOOT TOOT!!!
I'm not sure how I'm going to handle life as a mom of two once P goes back to work. I would probably be terrified if I weren't so darn tired. I figure, it'll get crazy and I'll probably cry myself to sleep once in a while, but at the end of the day, I come to the same conclusion. I wouldn't trade this for anything. I may wake up cranky from too little sleep, but it only takes one slobbery kiss from my boy to make me snap out of it.