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.