My Baby Girl

This is my baby girl, born Thursday, March 12th, at 10:57 am via C-section.

I imagine her as a cosmic astronaut, finally come home.

She's still getting used to her body, and Mom and I are still getting used to having this beautiful baby.

I imagine she could grow up to be a real astronaut, traveling in outer space.

I imagine all the things she'll see, the great changes in 'the world,' that I will not live to see.

Leaving the cafeteria in the hospital with a cup of coffee, I told the cashier I was a new father and we were scheduled to be discharged that day with our new baby girl. The cashier said, "Now she gets to meet the world."

It was raining outside, the day we drove her home.

Now, staring at that word -- "world," it looks misspelled. You know how that happens? You stare at a word long enough and it starts to seem strange, somehow misshapen.

World. Whorled. Whirled. World.

With my new baby on the way...

...and, in fact, scheduled to arrive on March 12th via c-section, I found this article in the New York Times, about the "extraordinary social skills of an infant" to be quite amusing.

Cable TV on the fritz?

Watch the baby:

Other anthropologists have made the startling discovery that children have entertainment value, and that among traditional cultures without television or Internet access, a bobble-headed baby is the best show in town.