Yes, we can!

Six weeks...
This means so many things in the life of baby.
First, I am at the half way point of my maternity leave. On the glass-half-full point of view, it means whatever I have enjoyed up until now, I get to do it all over again (but different). On the glass-half-empty point of view, I am that much closer to having to return to work and leave my beautiful baby. Already I am not looking forward to it. I will have to force myself not to dwell on it so I may enjoy the precious time I have left.
Six weeks also means, according to the medical literature, I am healed and able to work out again and do other TMI things. I have been working out, as you know, but yesterday (official six weeks marker) I ran. I ran not-so-far away. I took myself to the gym and got back on the treadmill (a machine I have only been looking at since about week 20 of my pregnancy). I got on the treadmill, set it for 15 minutes and went from a brisk walk to a 6mph jog for 15 minutes and it felt pretty good. I probably could have gone for longer, but I didn't want to overdo it the first day out. I am glad that I restrained myself because my legs are pretty sore today from the little that I did. Good thing it's crappy outside. What I want to do is just lie in bed with my baby and veg and I have every excuse to.
Six weeks also means that Olivia is doing things other than feeding, crying and needing diaper changes. She is making "cooing" sounds and laughing and smiling. She seems to be smiling more for daddy, but we won't dwell on that.
This past Friday was gorgeous outside and I took Olivia to the park just by our place and read Harry Potter to her. It was so...well, I felt like I was in a Monet painting or something. My beautiful baby and her bonnet and a book. Nothin' but sunshine.
Yesterday was cloudy, but nice out during the day. John and I took O for a walk to WineStyles as our local one was having a tasting. We swapped baby watching duties while one went in to sample the "old world wines". I really like that place, because, even though it's a chain, the workers all know us there (uh, maybe not a good thing now that I think about it) and they ask about the baby...they joke about my being able to drink again... Good times, you know.
Speaking of drinking, Wendy's birthday was yesterday (Happy Birthday!). Grandma agreed to babysit while we went into the city to join Mrs. Fabulous on her day. Although, now I get to enjoy the stress of timing everything so I can pump before I leave and have some non-tainted boob juice for O upon our return. Then I have to pump again at her middle-of-the night feeding and dump it all down the drain ;-( Like last time, this was a sad moment for me as my production was up. That is an evil joke if I ever saw one. You can't feed the baby the stuff, but alcohol increases your production.
Then, we had to leave early to relieve the babysitter. That's it...I am officially a parent. Everything seems like a dream with your newborn up until the point you have to leave the party to relieve the babysitter. Six weeks, and I finally get it... Now I just have to wait 13 years until I can go back to not worrying about a babysitter. No problem. ;-0