emily time

I'm sitting here with Emily on my lap trying to type and hoping that watching me type will bore her to sleep. With all of the cooing and clucking going on I may as well be taking dictation. We just crossed the 11 week mark and are well on our way to 3 months. Seems like she's been here forever. I'm guessing that Emily is just over ten pounds. Publix, our local grocery store, suggested that I stop weighing Emily on the produce scales. Apparently there are health laws in Florida (not that you'd notice). We did pull out one of her newborn outfits, it's hard to believe that they were big on her. Emily says gooowahhhkrrrrrrrr.

Dad

talk to me

Emily and I had a long conversation last night (almost 30 minutes). She is very concerned about this sub-prime lending mess. She can't figure out why all of those financial geniuses think lending large sums of money to people who can't pay it back makes good sense. I guess reading the Wall Street Journal to her while she was in-utero really paid off.

Dad

Now I know why

After all of the baby showers we had enough baby clothes to open a small store. I couldn't imagine how we would ever use all of those beautiful outfits. Now I know. While I've been doing Emily's laundry all along, suddenly her output seems to be matching her intake. Does Spray and Wash come in a 55 gallon drum with a spray applicator? I can't find it at Costco. Now, not only does each piece of clothing need to be inspected; you have to look at the whole outfit, not just the obvious places. There are spots in places that just ain't right or even physically possible. Just one more sign that she's my girl.

Dad

to the beach and back again

Emily made her first trip to the beach today. It was going great too, until I dropped the bottle in the sand. Adds calcium I say. It was a beautiful sunset; including the green flashes of light at the horizon just as the sun sets. It was the first time in many, many sunsets that I've seen this phenomena; Emily got it on her very first sunset. Of course she was still obsessing about the sandy nipple and didn't even watch the sun go down. A special hello to Emily's Grandma and Grandpa vacationing in Greece, hope you brought your fire extinguishers.

Dad

Now it's dad's turn

The breast pump has arrived. I don't know who's more excited mom or Emily. Now I get to participate in the feeding process. It's kind of strange to open the fridge and see a shelf of your wife's milk. I want to go get a bunch of little milk cartons to put it in. Mom didn't take kindly to being called the Dairy Queen. Think I need a new nickname.

Emily is just starting to figure out that the face is the place to look. She'll study your face for minutes on end, watching for something; and when you get just the right combination of raised eyebrows, wrinkled nose and puckered lips you're rewarded with her smile. The greatest gift that you could ever get.

Dad.

damned if you do, damned if you don't

Since when did we need the advice of so many experts to help us take care of a baby? The latest one promotes the fact that Madonna uses his advice. I wonder if he was the one to advise her to wear a couple of gold plated traffic cones as a bra? The best part of all this advice is that none of these people agree with one another. That way you can pick and choose whichever system, or versions or parts of a system that suit your needs and apply them to the baby; which leaves you in the exact same place as if you had never read any of the books in the first place.

Dad

date night

Thanks to Grandma and Grandpa for watching Emily Grace so mom and dad could have a night out. Night being defined here as two hours of nobody crying. It's nice to be able to sit and talk about things other than the baby; but, it's even better to get back and see her beautiful little face.

Dad