Little Isla has been with us for a little over a week now, and other than the fact that Patty is still recovering and I’m lumbering around like an extra from a George Romero film, we are adjusting very well. I could go on about the staggering joy of being a proud papa, but I’m wearing a larger-than-usual quantity of spit-up, so I’ll wait on that for the time being. It’s hard to believe that just over a week ago, I had never changed a diaper or burped a human or eaten a sandwich. Now it feels like second nature. We are also continually amazed by all of the little noises and faces she makes. Admittedly, most of those adorable wittle things are gas-related, but since they’re cute as hell, we’ll take ‘em.

Indie & Bear are also settling into their new positions in the hierarchy around here. No more jumping on the bed, no more dog parties until 2AM. They are having a harder time realizing that not all of the new stuffed toys are for them. However, that can be handled by gentle yelling. The good news for both dogs is that in order to keep them from getting underfoot, Patty suggested I tucker them out. So, the dogs and I rented Tucker: The Man and His Dream, which of course put them right out.

I feel like I have so much to write about, simply because I learn something new every day. All I know is that being a dad and husband is the best role I ever had.

Oh, Hey! Baby Pictures!