I am writing this one handed. Aoife is in my other one. You will have gathered by now that she is the most beautiful 2 week old that has ever existed but I'll wager you didn't know the following. She has made me cry 12 times since she was born. She has recently beat George on the flatulence decibel chart. She weighed 2.56 Kilos when we left the hospital but weighed 3.25 kilos 5 days later, she almost drank the old twin engine dry. When the mood grabs her she has the strength and endurance of a Wiggle, it's like wrestling and being beaten by a silk scarf. Her clothes fit her feet perfectly but hang off the rest of her body. Why am I the only member of this family with small feet? She smells like her mum. That's not loaded by the way, I love their smell. She is smiling right now, I know it's just wind but it is a preview of the real thing and if poet's can have a licence then why not daddies. Bye for now I'm in the middle of number 13.
2 comments:
You're not only the BHITU, but the DDITU! Even though I see most of the things you write about happen your imaagery still adds something to the experience!
BHITU? DDITU???? hmmm... is this like text talk?
do you guys have that add with the txt tlk? where the mother and daughter are arguing about the the daughter testing her BFF jill?? you know? WTBD??? soooo funny....
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