Paternity Time

As I come to the end of my paternity time I have a few observations to add to my previous entries.

1. I thought I would have time to do a few things for myself. Clearly I was deluding myself. I thought I might have time to write, even if one handed; not true. I’m writing this as quickly as I can while she finishes her nap since the dishes got done last night. I appreciate how hard taking care of a child is, and I’m amazed and impressed with all mothers who choose to do it full time (and not a few dads, too).

2. As Ainara’s hair comes in I can see her getting her baby mullet. I will not let this happen. I will trim the mullet back; these things belong in the 80s, not the present.

3. How in the world can such a tiny creature have such explosive and destructive poops? How?

4. She’s just the cutest damn thing ever. Look at that picture!

5. For milestones, she is babbling a lot, and sings along (though charmingly bad) when I sing to her. She’s also standing when we hold her fingers, and is trying to take steps. As she shows no inclination for crawling yet I am wondering if she’ll skip straight to walking. I’m afraid…