22 Days Old

  It’s my first week back to work and already the best time of day is when I walk through the door and see my daughter.  She may be crying, smiling or filling her diaper but it doesn’t matter.  My day is made.  

  I had always imagined myself being a dad.  I imagined myself doing all the fatherly things a father might do.  But now that I actually am a father, it is so much better than I ever could have imagined.  And this is simply from the act of coming home at the end of the day.  

   But that won’t keep me from being an ass as seen in this video:

Yes, I realize she’s an individual already fraught with emotions and desires of her own.  But that doesn’t mean I still can’t manipulate her like a puppet or plaything for my own enjoyment.  At least until she starts driving or something.  

20 Days Old

We love looking at our daughter.  We love looking at all the things she does.  Which really isn’t that much since she’s still mostly a helpless flesh pod.  But during these first three weeks there have been some rather small developments which are actually awesome to behold as a father.  Around week 2 the random arm movements actually start to have meaning.  She can almost bat away my relentless attempts of poking her about the face just to get a reaction.

   But this pretty much stole my heart.

When those little digits curled around my finger and actually grabbed it with purpose, I was so proud of her.  Seems like a silly thing to be proud of.  But I am.