8/3/03

I've escaped the confines of the hospital cafeteria. I must have the blog monkey on my back (thanks to Jon) if I need to write something from the basement of a hospital. But I did have a little time on my hands and I'll admit; blog=therapy.

You'd think that after five days of fatherhood (squared) I'd have something delightfully pithy to say.

I don't.

I will say this: I like the way she smells. I know it's just Dove and baby shampoo, but to bury my nose into the tufts of her soft, dark brown hair seems ample compensation for this morning's four a.m. feeding.

I gave Allie a bath this morning. A little later I gave Julia a good scrub. If Debbie would have let me, I'm sure I would have washed her. I'm glad I'm not a cat.

Speaking of bathing, it's 2:00 p.m. and I still haven't had a shower. I'd better get clean and get going. We're running low on Q-Tips and gasoline.

One of them is for the baby.

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