Sleep- Overrated

Whoa- just emerging from the haze of the first three weeks with a newborn. Sooo... the birth was a bit more complicated than hoped and/or expected. I will not retell the lurid excruciating details here dear reader- you can contact me personally for that joy.

Lucy continues to grow like my law school debt and is becoming more aware of her surroundings every day. She focuses on lights and movement now and frowns when Zoe licks her in the face. I will be contacting MENSA shortly- surely they should be informed of these developments. She is so much like her dad it's scary- same slack open jaw when sleeping, same stubborn goat personality and same digestive tract. It looks like she could have inherited more from her long- suffering perfect mother for all the trouble she put me through (i.e. 40 pounds and 35 hours of labor). She did get my green-tinted skin- they thought she had jaundice in the hospital until they took a closer look at me and said, "oh, she's just got your...uh... lovely complexion."

Anyway, she's thriving and filling my days with lots of work and love.