Los Amigos Tres

Tonite was an ordinarily special nite. Movie nite for piglet and pee wee.   She slept thru High Fidelity then up and at it so we tuned into Jerry Macguire.  We watched the movie, watched each other and a new look caught my heart.  She is a firefly with intermittent sighs grunts whims and cries lighting up our family of three.  The three amigos will always go shotgun across the bench seat heading straight to the late night parties.  I’m amazed at how our life has changed but stayed the same.  So little not too sweet quite yet but that pirate face will melt your heart.  She only smiles when she farts and looks just like me too.  Her eyes are dark and inquisitive or misconstrued in temporary blindness.  My pride bellows and her mother is as smitten as every new mother could ever be.  Our life is great and she brings a wealth we could never find just the two of us.  It is and forever to be the three of us always. 

Six Five Fifteen

She says hello Emilia Clare, 9.1 lbs 20.5 in at 5:21 pm six five fifteen.  It's gotta be five o'clock somewhere   She arrived with a head full of hair and a cry that could fill an amphitheater, blessed I suppose.  I figured out diapers just after figuring out how to hold her bobblehead.  She burps sitting up, is unsure of day from night and seems to smile but I could just be biased...just a whole lotta love.  Momma relaxed because her mommas' here, daddy relaxed because no work for three weeks sooo nice.  She is a week old toady.  I slept on the floor at the hospital comfortably as the nurses carted her away each night but that didn't last. Once home shit turned upside down and she didn't want to go to sleep before 4.   Better schedule now as everyone is asleep at 11:22 pero vamos a ver.  She so cute, so pale so ornery.  The doctor said she had thin skin and I wanted to smack him.  All else said, she is perfect, perfecto un angel, mi vida so sweet and soooo little.  It's the best gift ever could be ya see, loving you wish I could take you to Bonnaroo.

Six Weeks

7/21/15

12:08 up late with Emilia Clare. She spent the evening out at Scout then a promenade through the streets of Nashville.  Her senses improve and the scents become more defined and real to her little pig nose.  The most exciting part of the past week, the slow uptick of the sides of her lips.  It seems she finally recognizes Daddy when before it was just Mom and her bountiful boobs.  We laugh now, we make animal noises and her eyes turn up like I’m looking into a mirror.  The past 10 days the most amazing and foreign so far and I expect every 10 days to bring more.  The family refines my soul bringing together the loose pieces of a life re-establishing the foundation scattered about after my parents divorced.  She is the rabbit out the hat, a little tinkerbell, the best prize at the county fair not like the giant bear but the oversized corndog funnel cake and cotton candy combined.  She is perfect, she is mine.