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Oct. 2nd, 2007 11:40 amThis is my first day back at work. Annika is now 8 days old, so we can step up on the Middle School Relationship Chart and measure her life in weeks instead of days or hours. Yeah. It wasn't so long ago that we were arguing about hours. Hours were important.
The sand slips fast at the start. And there's just so little of it. Her 4 day old self is gone, the day where she opened her eyes all of twice and cried when she realized that this hunger thing was going to just keep happening. This morning when I left her eyes were open, but still not connected to her ears. She'll stare at your face up until you try and speak, then she'll stare off to where her ears think the sound came from. I play a lot of ventriloquist tricks, shouting off into the corner so she'll look straight at me.
I'm done with my robots class now, and I think I'm ready to be home.
The sand slips fast at the start. And there's just so little of it. Her 4 day old self is gone, the day where she opened her eyes all of twice and cried when she realized that this hunger thing was going to just keep happening. This morning when I left her eyes were open, but still not connected to her ears. She'll stare at your face up until you try and speak, then she'll stare off to where her ears think the sound came from. I play a lot of ventriloquist tricks, shouting off into the corner so she'll look straight at me.
I'm done with my robots class now, and I think I'm ready to be home.
