Ramblings of a New Dad: A Year and Counting
Well, for those playing the home game, yes, I survived my first year of parenthood. My daughter is one year old. I and my beloved wife have managed to keep another, completely dependent human being alive for a whole year. Yup. That's… it's been… my daughter… HOLY FUCK MY DAUGHTER IS ONE YEAR OLD ALREADY. (You mean twelve months old?) Shut it you. But yes, twelve months, fifty-two weeks, three hundred and sixty-five days, however you want to enumerate it, my daughter is a year old. And when they say that time goes fast, boy howdy did they mean it. Incidentally, who are "they" anyway? Are they the same "they" that say you should stop and smell the roses to keep time from passing too quickly? Because honestly I don't pass a lot of roses on a daily basis. Plus I don't think sniffing plants would really have that effect. (*blink blink*) *sigh* Yeah, I know. I need help. Can we move past that and talk about how my ch