Clara turned seven days old this morning and already several things are clear:
- I’m going to need an external hard-drive to store photographs. At the current rate of shutter snapage I will have eleventy billion "Aw, isn’t that cute!" poses by the New Year.
- Becoming a dad activated an enzyme in my sympathetic nervous system which will now allow me to sleep through natural disasters, a jet plane buzzing our roof, or a screaming baby a scant five feet away. Throughout our marriage, I’ve been the light sleeper; able to be nimble and alert at a moment’s notice. Lately: not so much with the nimble alertness. After several terribly frustrating nights of Laura trying to wake me up to help with the baby, and my full-on grogginess rendering me as useless as a bucket of doorknobs, I went to our friendly (but still over-priced) neighborhood Tom Thumb and bought the strongest coffee I could find. Now, when it’s clear that I’m going to need to be up with CJ for a bit, I brew it up and hunker down.
- Clara digs Radiohead. About a month ago, Laura put together a New Dad gift basket for me and in it she included a really sweet find. Rockabye Baby takes the music of contemporary bands and reimagines them as lullabies. We got Radiohead and Tool, so whenever I take Clara in to her nursery to change, I hit play and she loves it.