2 months

Hosie and I are convinced that we have no brains left. The empty shells of our think tanks are rolling around in our heads like marbles. As the baby does, so do we. Eat. Go to the bathroom. Sleep (in small intervals). Fuss around. No time for anything else now.



The level of stress at my work has cranked up several notches. Also I'm on a different schedule now - I come home earlier on Mondays and Wednesdays to watch Aria while Hosanna is at work, and on Thursdays I stay late. Sometimes, *really* late - as happened yesteray. I got home at about midnight. Hosanna had taken a little video of Aria playing with a toy in her crib. There's a really cool dog toy that our friends Nathan and Sara bought for her, and so far, it's her favorite toy. She was batting at it and making it rattle. While I was at work. I came home and saw it on a video while she was asleep. I got really emotional about it. It was kind of a depressing scene. I hate thinking that my daughter is going to grow up while I'm at work.



Other than that, fatherhood is proving to be a real joy. I pretty much live for the weekends now, when I get to hang out with my family, breathe easy and slow down.

my first try...

...at writing in this blog with a squirming baby in one hand.

Well gosh, how about a new pic first?



Aria made it through Halloween with all the humility she could muster after we crammed her into a duck suit. Too young for the candy, too out of it to appreciate all the attention - basically, she was an unhappy duck. Mercifully, we didn't make her stay in the duck outfit for too long. But boy was she cute in it. (Thanks to our friend Holly for the costume.)

Aria also made it alive through her first party. I even managed to enjoy a beer while still keeping her body intact. I think she actually liked the party noise. She slept when the crowd was thickest.

OK, time to change a diaper and deal with the squirming one... more later, I hope.

a couple more bonus pics: