Time goes faster

Julie developed a fever on Saturday afternoon. Exposure to babies gives you the weirdest symptoms sometimes, such as the random Saturday afternoon fever. Last week we were worried about getting pinkeye. Maybe this week it'll be diaper rash.

Let's hope not.

But anyway, Julie's fever has morphed into a bad cold, so Miss Lyla and I have spent a lot of time together this long weekend. As a result, she will undoubtedly end up with some destructive habits; her favorite new game, for instance, involves jumping off the couch into my arms. Plus, I fed her some salsa and she completely freaked but recovered once I shoved some milk at her. Then I gave her a pickle and she was not amused until I squirted ketchup on it. Good daddy/daughter stuff.

I must say this even though it sounds bad: Lyla is more fun to hang out with than she used to be. During my parenting leave last spring and summer, a lot of the day would be spent moving Lyla from place to place in the house. "Hey, maybe you want to lie on your back under this play thing. No? Sobbing? Really? Okay, let's go back to the jumpy thing. No? Let's heat you up some breast milk then. Hey look, two minutes have passed." I sort of went insane for awhile.

I'd do it again; don't get me wrong. But now Lyla can do so many more things that she's like a little entertainer. I feed the dogs and she tells them to sit and stay. She woofs at them. Things like that make time go faster.

And after a weekend like this, I know tomorrow will find me occasionally visiting this blog, looking back, wishing time at work would go faster too.