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Fri, Jan 31, 2003 4:46 PM
my daughter's gonna think i'm the biggest loser. why? because i get all weepy-eyed and emotional over the stupidest little things that she does. she reaches out for me as i pick her up and you'd think martians had landed in my backyard. she smiles as i come into the room and you'd think i just won the Tour De France.

i'm starting to get the "Daddy's Little Girl" syndrome...how do you say no to a person who's very existence knocks your socks off? how do you discipline a gorgeous woman who just happens to look just like you? oh, the places my head's gonna go...

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Fri, Jan 24, 2003 4:58 PM
i HIGHLY recommend you click on the "01.03" album and check out the pix...there's about 40 pix of Kaya and all her friends!

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Tue, Jan 21, 2003 5:35 PM
funny thing is, i always hated sundays. for as long as i can remember, they were just the worst - it was that day just before monday, when the monotony of the workweek was ahead of you and the realization that your weekend was less than you hoped it would be sitting right on top of your dome. i always felt unsatisfied, as if there was something i should be doing that i wasn't...writing a masterpiece, climbing a mountain, anything but sitting on my fat ass watching tv.

and then kaya was born. this sunday, we went out to the Huntington Library with 5 other couples and their little kids. we walked, talked, drooled and settled on an enormous grass field to watch our children play with each other (well, if you consider stealing toys from your neighbor and stuffing them into your mouth a cooperative event). we ended the day with a big, messy dinner at Buca Di Bepo's, where the disaster of 4 7-month olds is hardly noticed by the waitstaff.

what i'm trying to say is that it was complete, a perfect whole, a full heaping plate of satisfaction. i spent the day with my family and friends, out in the sun, shooting the shit, chasing a ball around and growing old together. there's really nothing better i could imagine myself doing on a day like that. absolutely nothing.

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Sun, Jan 19, 2003 10:31 PM
i went away on friday. took a plane, went up north, away from my baby. and i missed her so. but i had something new with me, something i had never had before, close to my heart.

5 pictures of my honey, tucked into my pocket, keeping me warm. on the floor, at the store, and, best of all, kissing mommy, anchored with smiles. by the end of the day, they were smudged with the hands of dozens of friends, co-workers and random people like the girl on the plane next to me...i admit it, i was showing off. i took out the pix and fiddled around with them until people said "who is that cute girl in those pictures?", and i acted surprised, handed the pix over and sheespishly said...

"that's my daughter".

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Fri, Jan 10, 2003 4:45 PM
TONS of new pix. be sure to check em all out!

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Fri, Jan 10, 2003 2:42 PM
happy birthday kaya! 7 months old!

as of 7 months, here's a list of her tricks:

- EATING "#2" baby foods from a jar, including yummy combinations like avocado and banana, oatmeal, apricots and apples, and other mushy stuff.

- SITTING up all by her lonesome. ok, so on occasion she sees a really cool toy and reaches too far and tumbles, but generally speaking, this girl's got balance.

- RASPBERRIES: Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft!

- POOPING: A true champ - sometimes 3 a day.

- DIAPERS: Has recently decided that diapers are a symbol of the oppression of our nation's youth, and now actively squirms and fights all over the changing table.

- TOYS: Banging and loud noises preferred, but anything that she can pick up, rotate, inspect, drop and pick up again are considered interesting. Special bonus: she loves the tags and little labels on the toys, often times far more than the toy itself.

- BATHS: Sitting up is definitely the preferred bathing style, as she's discovered that kicking her legs rapidly = mommy and daddy wet.

- VERBAL SKILLS: include Billy-Bob like "mmmhmm"s, lots of laughing, rare shouts, raspberries, any sound one could associate with drooling, etc.

HAIR: bald spot is slowly but sure disappearing, but a haircut - well, it could be a while.

FASHION: erratic. if mom's dressing her, she'll feature Replay jeans, matching socks and a hip Fred Segal tank top over a ribbed shirt. if dad's dressing her, a good ol' Carter's one-piece with foot pads is always a winner, though admitedly uncool. (side note: why no Carter's with foot pads for adults?)

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Fri, Jan 10, 2003 2:32 PM
here's a strange, morbid thought: i don't want to die. now, everyone fears death, but i've personally always been a bit more chill about the end of it all...or maybe i just hadn't thought alot about what i'd be leaving if i was to depart this world. in the last few weeks, however, i've started to feel a level of satisfaction and happiness that i hadn't felt before...a feeling not tied to material items or professional accomplishments, but a deeper, more grounded feeling that tends to arise when i'm looking at my wife and daughter asleep next to me. and, being naturally pessimistic, i then think how badly i would miss it if i wasn't around to see my daughter the next day, the next week, or the next year. yes, it's morbid.

the books talk about 'separation anxiety' and how a 6-month old child begins to flip out when Mom leaves the room. i'm thinking that i'm the one with the anxiety - i'm not comfortable spending the night away from her, and i can't bear to think of missing any of her new tricks. i face a lifetime of "letting go" and letting my daughter learn to be her own person, but i can tell already it won't be easy.

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Wed, Jan 8, 2003 4:31 PM
it's really weird to see your daughter look like a girl. i open my mouth to have a conversation with her, and then realize she doesn't talk back quite yet (though she listens attentively!). she turns pages of the book, though i'm not sure she's reading. and i can't, no matter how i try, stop thinking about her as a teenager, as a 6-year-old holding my hand as we walk up the steps to her first day of school, as we roll around on the floor and giggle.

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Tue, Jan 7, 2003 3:51 PM
she's wearing a tanktop today...that's very girly...my baby is definitely becoming a girl. i see pictures of babies that look definitely younger than her, she's now sitting up on her own, she's smiling like crazy...i gots myself a kid!

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