When looking back at little moments that had long consequences this year, other than the birth of Baby Boy, I first thought of my Mother-in-Law's visit. Baby Boy was 6 weeks old and M and I were struggling. After her call and offer to come, while I gladly accepted, I also finally was ready to be proactive in figuring out a routine that works for us. M and I took responsibility for ourselves, and made a renewed effort to not drown in the new baby madness.
During the visit, MIL tried to get our kitchen drawer fixed. The particleboard was completely mangled, and the rail didn't stay in place anymore. When we got it back, as she was leaving, we realized that the drawer didn't fit (by a few milimeters). For months and months we were without a silverware drawer, since this was the ONLY drawer in the whole kitchen. It sat around in our living room, waiting for us to go across town back to the carpenter who botched the job. Meanwhile, our silverware was on our windowsill. Two weeks ago we got our drawer back, but I still go to the windowsill every time I need a spoon. True story.
You may also remember our cleaning lady saga. MIL tried to help with that one as well. She talked to an employee of one of the neighbors. (I had never even seen that neighbor beforehand). She asked the young woman if she knew anyone that was looking for work. A week later, the neighbor says her babysitter's cousin needs work. And the cousin is finally the solution to our cleaning lady woes. Now that she's away for the holidays, I can't wait for her to come back. Yes getting used to help is very very easy.
And so it was a visit that changed some of our most basic routines. For the better.