The rate of change is staggering

People often say “having a baby changes everything” and I’ve wondered about the ultimate truth of that statement.

Last night after hours of Fiona-tending at end of a 18 hour day we finally lay down for rest and I couldn’t sleep. After pondering this for a moment I realized I was too happy and my adrealine was going because she just pooped and had a successful breast feeding before she nodded off.

Ecstatic over bowel movements and feedings? I think it’s safe to say that a baby does indeed change everything.

Baby watchers central

I didn’t know Flickr has a feature that lets you not only email a photo to them that gets posted to flickr, but you can also set it up to go directly to a blog. This is great for something like a late night hospital run to have a baby, so I setup a new blog to accept these shots on the go, when the time arrives (should be any time within the next week or so). If you’re friends or family, subscribe to the new site or remember to check it daily: Not without my daughter

The start of her library…


(The start of her library…, originally uploaded by judith)

There are a lot of babies being born in my extended circle of friends and as a result, a lot of baby showers to attend. After spending time at a few that offered various levels of gifting for parents-to-be, Kay and I realized that the small gifts that came with stories were much more interesting than bigger ticket items devoid of anything special.

When Heather, Judith, and Leslie offered to throw us a baby shower in San Francisco this past weekend, we skipped the obvious idea of having everyone buy stuff off a wishlist and instead we asked for something small and simple: bring your absolute favorite book you owned as a child.

They are a creative bunch of friends and we knew they had a diverse set of influences growing up, so our hope was to share some small aspect of that with our daughter. The idea was a success as we now have a library of over 30 books (only a quarter of which I’ve ever read/seen/heard of), with only a couple duplicates, and the books cover the gamut from mostly pictures to dense text and should grow right along with our baby.

We didn’t force everyone to tell us why they picked the titles they did, but we learned quite a bit about our friends through their choices. Everyone shared what they most remembered about their book and more than one book triggered memories in others. Overall, the combination of books, friends, and stories made for a small afternoon party I won’t soon forget.

High-larious

So I’m going to be a father, and so far the best golden nugget I’ve heard in response to the news was this:

The difference between raising a son and a daughter is that with a boy you only have to worry about one dick, but with a girl you have to worry about every dick.

Crude, but brilliant.