Lately, despite not having all that much free time (or precisely because of the lack of it), I’ve been enjoying my life more than I have in a long while.
For one, I’ve finally convinced my husband to get help with redecorating the nursery. He’s the type of guy who prefers doing everything alone around the house. But sometimes, simply saving money while committing yourself to months of trying to tourn a boiler room into a baby’s room is just insane.
We had workers over and they had it done in less than a week!
So now, instead of pitch black walls and the stench of smoke, we have an almost-finished nursery. I have been impatiently waiting for it for probably over a year now, and it feels incredible to be on the verge of finishing it.
I’ve recently gone back to learning Danish, too. My greatest goal in life is to be able to live there one day, so I’ve been starting and stopping the process of language learning for years now.
But now Duolingo, Spotify podcasts, and Danish radio stations have me pumped up again, so let’s hope this time it lasts!
The newest hobby (and passion, if we’re being honest) my husband and I have found is going to the farmer’s market every Sunday morning. So far we’ve gone twice to two different places and it was so good for us all!
This Sunday, we were there at 8:30am. He put the little one in a carrier, and the baby loves it. He’s generally in his “stranger-danger” phase now, but the farmer’s market is an exception. He enjoys it, gets so many smiles (and even a peach or two!), and we know we’re buying healthy fruits and vegetables for him.
It’s the first “family tradition” we’ve developed in these half a year since the little one arrived and it’s so nice that we have one.