145 Days
It really doesn’t sound very long but in many ways it feels as though little Lydia has always been here. Recently I went back and flipped through photos of her only four months prior and was shocked at how much she has changed, right before me. I mean look what little has transpired in a mere four months. Brisk late fall air shifted into full-fledged cold winter chills, football transitioned into basketball and I’m only now starting to think about reversing the damage done from the excesses of the holidays. How did she do it without my knowing? She really pulled a fast one over on me. I suppose this is what the tired old cliche means – “They grow up so fast.” I guess I’ll be doomed to perpetuate the obnoxious tradition by lecturing soon-to-be new dads by uttering the phrase with a contemplative shake of the head.
As I sit and write this Lydia, already another 20 days matured beyond this most recently processed batch of photos, exhibits an all new repertoire of skills. She sits perfectly erect and unsupported on my lap, smashes the keyboard keys with open hands and my struggle is constant to remove her chomping mouth from the edge of the desk. Just imagine what wonders another 4 months will bring.
Baby in a Cauldron
Baby’s first Halloween is just about as important as any other holiday firsts in my household. While Mom might prefer dressing baby up in a cuddly plush pea-pod or banana costume Dad likes the more sinister side of the day of the dead. So when Mom had little success in her casual efforts to secure a costume for a two month-old Dad jumped at the opportunity to direct baby’s first Halloween photo. Of course, the delicate balance between producing a spirited and cute photo and making sure that Baby doesn’t look as though she’s being cooked in a cauldron is where the difficulty lies. Probably wise that Dad didn’t try incorporating that miniature coffin stashed in the back of the basement.
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