I'M GONNA WATCH YOU SHINE: While I don't intend for this weblog to being a diary of new fatherhood -- I'm not that good with personal writing -- I'd feel silly to not say anything at all about how wonderful this roller-coaster of Lucy Jane's first week has been. Truly.
Sure, there's the sleep deprivation (12a-2a is prime cryin' time) and the distinctive smells of young excretion, but, gosh, it's just so extraordinary having this precious young lady in our home. She smiles. She sleeps. She feeds. She is warm. She enjoys laying on top of me. It's all good. She is healthy, happy and home.
We're slowly developing our Why Is She Crying? checklist: was she fed recently? does she need a burp? is she cold? warm? does she need a diaper change? did she hear Adam Duritz's pathetic cover of Warren Zevon's "Carmelita" on WXPN recently? is it too dark? too bright? should we walk her? should we put her in Old Sparky? Or are we just dealing with an irrational system, and should we just be patient and let her cry until she's done?
Oh, Lucy Jane, Lucy Jane, you vex us so, sometimes. And we will love you so, always.
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