If I’m lucky I get to be a grandpa before I die.
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After a week of all of us fighting the 24hr stomach bug Layla now has her first official flu. She’s on Tamiflu, Stacey is barfing and diarrhea, I’ve been off and on with throwing up, and Dylan got lucky so far to only have it one night. She’s at 18lbs 14oz and had a 100.1 fever, but she’s a supertrooper like daddy and hanging in there. Lately I’ve felt less needed because she can drink from her own sippy cup, grabs food on her own, and is just about ready to tear it up and walk wherever she wants. She already circles the living room table one handed practicing her roll. Today made me feel needed because she was hanging on to me and didn’t want to be let go. As much as I used to say when I was younger that I didn’t want children, I’m so happy I have Layla.
Well, here we are. One year down the road already. I never would have imagined time flying faster then it did as I got older, then Layla came along. It seems like only yesterday I was holding a shrimp in my arms and she was falling asleep on my chest. Now we’re almost at the walking stage and she’s as verbal as can be without forming actual words. The joy she brings my days offsets all the bullshit I have to put up with. I’m like a dog around her. You know how dogs never give a shit what happens, they are just always happy to see you? That’s how my life goes now. No matter what happens in my daily life, one of the things I look forward to most is seeing her when I come home, because she doesn’t care about what happened in my day, she’s just happy to see daddy.
Here are a bunch of the pics from today, and a video.
Here are a few videos:
27in and 15.3lbs. Still on the small side but on the curve and growing normally. We start Stage 3 foods now, and I’m told I will soon discover if she’s capable of projectile vomit.
This is mommy keeping the little monster entertained until the Dr. comes in.
…this is what they are referring to
Food, two tits of milk, and a bottle, and still won’t go to sleep. We tried to furburize her and let her cry it out in the crib, but after 20 mins of that we gave up. Look at those tired eyes! I’m about ready for the thimblefull of rum!
35wks and we finally spotted a tooth. Looking like she’s ready to break out a bunch more on her lowers. Trying to get her to hold her mouth open to get a picture of is my next task.