Jeez.

This blog deserves more updating than this.

Our old neighbor Teresa gave us a great baby diary, by Olympia artist Nikki McClure. I've been jotting down as much as I can think to jot in those pages, because it's a much more casual affair than the scrapbook that I've been perfectionist about, and this blog, which is a sad scrappy thing indeed.

The truth is, we've been pretty busy.

With the heightened level of responsibility to the world that growing a human entails, we've been getting better and better and enjoying every single moment. It's becoming more apparent that we just don't have time to argue or complain or stay bitter about moments that have already happened. Get over it, man. This baby grows so much every day, the least we can do for her is try and grow with her. If I'd known that all it would take to shake ennui and escape the slump was have a baby, I'd have had one a long time a-

just kidding.

she showed up one day and basically told us she was ready to exist and that our mission, should we choose to accept it, was to be her parents in this lifetime. so I thought it would be easy. Well...sometimes it is, but mostly it's not. Except that it is. It is easy in a way, because I know (all of me knows!) that this was no mistake. As crazy as making babies is, and as crazy-making as babies are, Emily meant to be here and we meant to be hers. So what's the fuss?

Still, sometimes we are slow learners. Putting her away for the night at a reasonable time so she can maintain her own reasonableness, for example, is a good idea that has taken some time to learn.

Also, I bought a camcorder with the intention of using it to post videos on this and the other blog. I bought a camcorder that doesn't really seem to have that feature. If anybody out there knows anything about digital video sharing, throw me a buoy, please?

hm. It's time to put myself away for the night so I can be a reasonable human tomorrow. Still learning.