(Newborn Zelda on left, newborn Harrison on right).When our son Harrison was born, one of our sleepless-stuck-in-the-apt-jokes was "don't bite the baby," meaning that we loved him so much it was tempting to bite him - you know how that is, when you love someone you just want to bite them? Anyway, "don't bite the baby" became a running joke at our then apartment, and eventually our best advice on parenting.
My daughter was born a week ago and the wife and I are old pros already. She - Zelda Joan - is sweet and perfect and amazingly beautiful in every way. And Harrison is already noticing her (he tries hard to ignore her, but he's already kissed her a few times and said her name four times), as two year olds will act around things that don't directly benefit but may impede their style somehow.
I love being a father. And it's crazy that I have kids. Kids. Plural. Wow, kids.
So remember, if it cries, attend to it. If it pees or poops, clean it. If it's hungry, feed it. And as much as you want to, don't bite the baby.
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