I've been waiting and waiting to write anything because I wanted it to be the most deep profound thoughts on being a new papa, but I can't think of anything.
Abby is very healthy, and I think she's super cute.
Being a papa is a great responsibility, but so far has not been nearly the nightmare I thought it would be. I can do all the major things, save one -- feed Abby.
I have changed diapers, changed onesies, washed Abby's clothes, and her arms, and her hair. I have swaddled her (it's just like making a fajita, but easier because the shell is actually long enough for the stuffing). I have learned to hold her and sway and bounce to make her happy.
I have also learned what not to do to babies, but I cannot post it here for fear of child abuse allegations.
Papa without an accent means potato in spanish.
Here's Abby with hiccups: