I have a six-pound boss

   Daddy's favorite shoes



Having had numerous jobs since I was 16, many at the same time, it's a bizarre feeling to be home and with no real "boss." I left my job at the Denver Children's Advocacy Center this month and won't return, instead I'll focus on my private practice come wintertime. I have to admit it's kind of a crazy feeling. I realize now, though, that being home with a baby is more of a full-time job than most full-time jobs. I "knew" that before, but never really understood it.

Lucy tells me when I need to feed her, when I need to change her, when she's crabby. My schedule revolves around her needs and her needs alone (at least for now). I now have a six-pound boss.

My parents were with us the first week and it was wonderful to have them here. Our cat, Wookiee, especially misses them. She's not sure what to think about Lucy, although she's coming around.

The power of Grandpa  


Lucy has been a good sleeper so far (knock on wood) and occasionally needs to be roused to be fed (since she needs to put weight on).  She had her first outing this week.  We went out for dinner and Lucy just slept.  I was especially happy to be out of the house.  :)  We continue to be amused by her ever-changing faces and the general goofiness of simply being a newborn.  Especially a skinny minny newborn whose tiniest pants don't yet fit. 

I'll grow into them!