Stop having babies.
My Brain likes to post pictures from teh internets for the win.
It's impossible right now to know whether we're going to call her P.J. or Paige more often when she gets older. She seems like a P.J. to me at the moment, which is to say that she's starting to develop a rudimentary personality. She smiles at me if I tickle her, change her diaper, or talk to her about baseball statistics. The reward/pain meter regarding being a dad is starting to slowly move toward the reward side of things. The smiles and funny noises she makes are getting more interesting and you can start to see myself and Sarah in her actions. Enough of the new dad stuff.
I feel like I should post here more often but my time feels very compacted right now. All of the little units go by so quickly and I'm doing so much more that I feel like everything is just flying by. Sitting down is no longer such a passive activity. There's no way to relax when you know you could be getting up any second. It's even worse for Sarah. I still get some alone time at night to play video games or watch baseball or some nonsense until I go to sleep. She gets almost no time to herself on weekdays except for parts of the afternoon and evening. We're both really tired. But this is EXACTLY what I expected. She cries a lot. She poops herself a lot (the baby, not Sarah). She eats. Repeat cycle. She also goes through a nice amount of diapers and laundry. I'm not surprised about one bit of this, I guess it's as good of an excuse as any, however, to not keep up with my online journal.