Naming your child after a mythical giant (the Irish Finn McCool) may doom you to a big, hard-to-deliver baby.
My baby is tougher about shots than I am. He has been poked a couple of times, and hasn’t really cried about it.
Newborns seem more interesting when they are yours.
Some babies are born with teeth (but not ours, to Christine’s relief).
I still don’t really feel like a grownup, despite having started to care for my own child.
Food comas come on instantly after eating in the first days of life.
Skin-to-skin time with your new baby is about the coolest thing ever.
Our baby kind of looks like Luke Skywalker in his hospital T-shirt (Episode 4, on Tattooine.
“Another Brick in the Wall, Part Two,” the most recognizable single from one of the biggest-selling albums in history wasn’t getting any LA radio airplay before the string of famed theatrical “Wall” shows in the city. Then a handful of freelance radio promoters basically bribed radio stations to play the song. I know, this has nothing to do with babies, but I’m reading a music industry book in my brief breaks from staring at Finn and changing his diaper.
Tears in my eyes — congrats, Daddy and Mommy. ♥
(hey, by the way, thanks for the link to my blog)