Lyla's new cousin Ava is home from the hospital. We're going to see her tomorrow, assuming Lyla doesn't suddenly come down with an ear infection or whooping cough or something.
It's fun to have a new baby in the family. Lyla was wonderful and all, but she wasn't exactly fun right away. It's not like we said "Wow, she's crying again, and it's 3:30 in the morning. This is fun!"
"Hey, her poop still looks like tar. Party time!"
"Dan, my nipples are cracking. Turn up the music!"
But Ava is not our baby, so that automatically makes her fun. We can hold her and play with her and coo over her, and then we can leave. She will definitely not wake us up at ungodly hours. It's like when your good friend has a lake cabin: it's all of the wakeboarding with none of the property taxes.
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