John and I hired a babysitter a couple weeks ago. She’s a friend, actually, and the girlfriend of one of my classmates. She comes for five hours once a week. She’s creative and kind and down-to-earth and Ari adores her.
We also recently started a weekly Daddy-Ari time. John will block off a five-hour shift when he’s available to take her. He schedules it on our google calendar. It’s really a win-win-win; I know he and Ari love their uninterrupted time together.
And, as proof, he sends me stuff like this:
Needless to say, after five hours of sequestering myself in a coffee shop reviewing metabolic pathways or, let’s face it, just getting some errands done that are 80x easier to do sans infant, I am really ready to come home to these kids!
Isn’t it hilarious how we’ve lost all sense of being self-conscious regarding cutesy, silly talk with our daughter in public?
anna in med school 