22 Pages, 102 Footnotes, and 1 Baby Later
Posted by: Jared
Boo! Did I scare anybody? Did anybody miss me? I suppose the, "I was abducted by aliens" excuse won't work, so how about the "I was working really hard on my thesis and then my daughter arrived last week and so I've spent all my time staring at her" excuse?
No, seriously, if good intentions count for anything, I would have made at least several dozen entries, but I haven't been given the gift of telepathic blogging (more like the gift of "pathetic" blogging!). It's just that the center of my universe now weighs 7 pounds and some change, has the cutest little scowl and the softest, thickest black hair I've ever seen; she really is daddy's little princess. Every time I think of her (no matter how hard I find it to understand Mikhail Bakhtin's ideas of texts as dialogic or some other part of my thesis), I can't help but smile. It's such a "cool" experience to enjoy someone simply for existing; we live in a world where we all are valued mainly for what we can do not simply for being alive (Where does such a system leave quadripalegics and those with severe mental handicaps?). My daughter is beautiful and wonderful simply because she is my daughter.
And diapers don't bother me at all. I have evidence and witnesses; I do change the dirty ones, too! Of course, Bill Cosby said God doesn't add the smell until 6 months later. So we'll see how long this aspect of "dedicated daddy" lasts!
Apologies for not checking in sooner. My wife just called; she's putting Shaelyn in her bouncy seat for the first time! Gotta run--daddy duty's callin'!
Boo! Did I scare anybody? Did anybody miss me? I suppose the, "I was abducted by aliens" excuse won't work, so how about the "I was working really hard on my thesis and then my daughter arrived last week and so I've spent all my time staring at her" excuse?
No, seriously, if good intentions count for anything, I would have made at least several dozen entries, but I haven't been given the gift of telepathic blogging (more like the gift of "pathetic" blogging!). It's just that the center of my universe now weighs 7 pounds and some change, has the cutest little scowl and the softest, thickest black hair I've ever seen; she really is daddy's little princess. Every time I think of her (no matter how hard I find it to understand Mikhail Bakhtin's ideas of texts as dialogic or some other part of my thesis), I can't help but smile. It's such a "cool" experience to enjoy someone simply for existing; we live in a world where we all are valued mainly for what we can do not simply for being alive (Where does such a system leave quadripalegics and those with severe mental handicaps?). My daughter is beautiful and wonderful simply because she is my daughter.
And diapers don't bother me at all. I have evidence and witnesses; I do change the dirty ones, too! Of course, Bill Cosby said God doesn't add the smell until 6 months later. So we'll see how long this aspect of "dedicated daddy" lasts!
Apologies for not checking in sooner. My wife just called; she's putting Shaelyn in her bouncy seat for the first time! Gotta run--daddy duty's callin'!
Your daughter is absolutely gorgeous. I can tell you are so happy, and I am happy for you. Congratulations!!
Posted by
chantell |
Wed Apr 18, 11:24:00 PM 2007
Congrats, Daddyo! She's beautiful.
Posted by
David Bunch |
Thu Apr 19, 01:07:00 PM 2007