This is part two in a series of posts about the summer we became parents. You can read part one here.
During our first week home, we slept any time and any where we could. We slept on the floor. We slept on the sofa. We slept in the car, parked in the garage (no joke).
The weather was, blessedly, gorgeous, so we spent hours in the yard. Arthur, who had never been outside much before, got an awesome tan.
Steve and I laughed at the fact that we used to be productive people because suddenly, we couldn't figure out how to accomplish anything. If we all three got dressed and ate meals, it was considered a good day.
After just a few weeks at home, we took our first family vacation to the beach. It was awesome. We marveled at the fact that our newest family member fit right into our usual beach routine- he loved the water, loved the seafood, loved walking to get ice cream.
Slowly, we started to get our bearings as parents of a toddler. I think we managed to vacuum the house for the first time after we'd been home for about a month. If you know us, this is kind of shocking. But we were (and still are) so happy to make up for lost time with our little guy and spend hours playing together and getting acquainted.
Lots of people have asked us if there were any big surprises with our adoption and we both will say the same thing- we were surprised by how quickly we bonded as a family. It was the best surprise I could have hoped for.