Lillian Mae Salazar
Lillian Mae Salazar.
Holy Crap! I'm gonna be a daddy!
I think I'm going to be a good daddy, mainly because of Mary, who would not let me name the baby Star Wars Green Lantern Salazar.
We have been adding to our list of acquired baby things, and even registered for more baby stuff today. I swear, it;s gonna look like someone barfed up a big pink bucket of cute in that room. We have pink hangers to hang her pink outfits on. I'm painting a bookshelf pink so we can put pink toys on it. I am finding that it;s not as obvious as I would have suspected who bought what. I'm throwing a few of the cutsie "daddy's little cupcake" outfits in, and mary has supplied more than one 'hard rockin skull-n-bones-with-pretty-bows' outfits. So it;s a wash. (but perhaps I;m bigger on the idea of baby hats.) I;ve already started playing music to mary's belly button. I;ve also felt my baby kick.
Yeah, I felt my baby kick. Cooler than all my comic books combined. A tiny human is living inside Mary;s tummy. This tiny human likes to dance.
I keep making grand plans about how many things I'm going to show her and teach her and tell her about and what movies we;re going to watch and what books I'll introduce her to and school plays and playing in the snow and so on and so on, but I think I;m getting ahead of myself. If all i do is be there and be a good daddy, keep her warm and safe, and never lose sight of the idea that she is my baby and I'm living for her now... things will work out just fine. And if we sneak in a newborn viewing of Star Wars while Mommy is at school someday... things will work out even finer.
July- Here we come.
Holy Crap! I'm gonna be a daddy!
I think I'm going to be a good daddy, mainly because of Mary, who would not let me name the baby Star Wars Green Lantern Salazar.
We have been adding to our list of acquired baby things, and even registered for more baby stuff today. I swear, it;s gonna look like someone barfed up a big pink bucket of cute in that room. We have pink hangers to hang her pink outfits on. I'm painting a bookshelf pink so we can put pink toys on it. I am finding that it;s not as obvious as I would have suspected who bought what. I'm throwing a few of the cutsie "daddy's little cupcake" outfits in, and mary has supplied more than one 'hard rockin skull-n-bones-with-pretty-bows' outfits. So it;s a wash. (but perhaps I;m bigger on the idea of baby hats.) I;ve already started playing music to mary's belly button. I;ve also felt my baby kick.
Yeah, I felt my baby kick. Cooler than all my comic books combined. A tiny human is living inside Mary;s tummy. This tiny human likes to dance.
I keep making grand plans about how many things I'm going to show her and teach her and tell her about and what movies we;re going to watch and what books I'll introduce her to and school plays and playing in the snow and so on and so on, but I think I;m getting ahead of myself. If all i do is be there and be a good daddy, keep her warm and safe, and never lose sight of the idea that she is my baby and I'm living for her now... things will work out just fine. And if we sneak in a newborn viewing of Star Wars while Mommy is at school someday... things will work out even finer.
July- Here we come.