JK had his first day back at work today after eight glorious weeks of paternity leave. The house feels sort of empty and weird without him now, but Nora and I fell right back into our old groove and had a really sweet day together.
It’s much worse for JK, who has to go out and actually be productive and bring home the facon instead of hanging out with his best girl all day (then again his first day back included a party and an exclusive Macklemore concert, so I don’t feel that bad for him).
If Nora wasn’t a daddy’s girl before, she definitely is now. She got to go on all sorts of adventures to shop for manly things. Power tools! Booze!
But we spent most of these eight weeks as a family, from Norway to Italy and back to Seattle again, from mountains to the ocean to the local playground.
This photo is from the trail in the Dolomites where Nora said “pappa” for the very first time.
She has since switched to calling us both “mamma”. All adults, actually. And some animals. When we saw a rabbit on the trail today, she pointed to it and said “Woof! Mamma!”, so yeah, no.
I’m so glad JK and Nora got to spend this time together. Maternity leave is hard enough to come by here in the U.S. – paternity leave is almost unheard of. We lucked out, big time.