Well, it’s been 1 week and 10 hours since Baby Girl was born-I can’t believe she’s already been in our lives a week!
We are slowly but surely getting her on a semi-regular schedule of feedings and sleepings, so that Angela and I can often sleep for a few hours straight during the night.
Of course, being a combination of two highly evolved humans, she is a far superior model of baby than most. She can: Turn her head, lift her head, reach for objects, kick & punch her dad in a boobie seeking rage, and stand. Yes suckers, fucking stand. Admittedly it’s only for a second, but still, quite an accomplishment for a 1 week old.
Next week, she’s mowing the lawn while Daddy sips margaritas on the veranda. Sweet.
My amazement and love for her have grown, although that hardly seems possible since I love her so much already.
Also, I have a nearly uncontrollable urge to kiss and tickle her all over-my mode of attack is to wait until she’s all drunk on sweet boobie juice, then I move in: kisses on the cheek, forehead, hands, feet, toes, and tickles all over. I play with her teeny tiny hands and feet and she’s too content and happy being full to stop me. Hee-hee!
Another highlight of my day is getting to feed her the Evening Daddy Bottle. Its cool ‘cause we get to bond, and she always gives me a weird look like, “Hey, you’re not the one with the boobies! You’ve been holding out on me!”.
Also, I change diapers whenever she needs it. I never thought I would be so excited about poo before.
All in all, I just pray that she’ll be healthy and safe.
She is, to us anyway, perfect.