A/N - I am so excited that I have a following for this fic too! You guys seriously brighten my days with your kind reviews! I'm still in the intro stages of this story so it can really go anywhere, so I'm mulling it over...keep reading, thanks! Love you all! =)
It's eight at night.
PJ is awake.
Her eyes are blue, just like mine.
She's lying in her swing.
She was tipping over, so I had to stuff blankets around her.
I hope she's not too warm...
The doctor said to keep her as warm as I feel.
I'm wearing a tanktop and shorts.
She's wearing this adorable little yellow...
Um...
I think Summer said it's called a romper.
It's got a little baby boy surfing on it
And it says,
"I Love Surfer Boys"
It came with this floppy matching hat
But it's too big
It falls over her eyes
And I hate that
Because her eyes are so cute
I'm folding her little baby outfits
There's
So
Much
Pink
Maybe tomorrow I'll put her in her little pink tennis skirt set
And I'll wear my pink alligator Ralph Lauren polo
And we can match
"Would you like that, PJ?" I whisper,
Tugging at her little bare foot.
Her lips twist a little, not quite a smile
I'm still waiting for that
Erik and Brad are out in the pool
They've got this little, "My First Baby Float"
That they can't wait to use with PJ.
But I'm not letting her go swimming yet.
She's barely a week old.
I'm reading What To Expect In The First Year
And I haven't gotten to the swimming chapter yet
Mom saw me reading it,
And she said,
"Luke, sweetie, you want to know what to expect in the first year?
I'll tell you.
Expect to function on three hours of sleep.
Expect to be thrown up on daily.
Expect to change a thousand diapers.
Expect to reach the end of your rope and burst into tears right with her.
Expect to pinch your fingers thirty-eight times trying to fold a stroller/Pack 'N'Play/crib railing/shoe buckle.
Expect to give up all "You" time.
Expect to fall in love completely with your little girl."
Well, that certainly didn't take a year.
It's eight at night.
PJ is awake.
Her eyes are blue, just like mine.
She's lying in her swing.
She was tipping over, so I had to stuff blankets around her.
I hope she's not too warm...
The doctor said to keep her as warm as I feel.
I'm wearing a tanktop and shorts.
She's wearing this adorable little yellow...
Um...
I think Summer said it's called a romper.
It's got a little baby boy surfing on it
And it says,
"I Love Surfer Boys"
It came with this floppy matching hat
But it's too big
It falls over her eyes
And I hate that
Because her eyes are so cute
I'm folding her little baby outfits
There's
So
Much
Pink
Maybe tomorrow I'll put her in her little pink tennis skirt set
And I'll wear my pink alligator Ralph Lauren polo
And we can match
"Would you like that, PJ?" I whisper,
Tugging at her little bare foot.
Her lips twist a little, not quite a smile
I'm still waiting for that
Erik and Brad are out in the pool
They've got this little, "My First Baby Float"
That they can't wait to use with PJ.
But I'm not letting her go swimming yet.
She's barely a week old.
I'm reading What To Expect In The First Year
And I haven't gotten to the swimming chapter yet
Mom saw me reading it,
And she said,
"Luke, sweetie, you want to know what to expect in the first year?
I'll tell you.
Expect to function on three hours of sleep.
Expect to be thrown up on daily.
Expect to change a thousand diapers.
Expect to reach the end of your rope and burst into tears right with her.
Expect to pinch your fingers thirty-eight times trying to fold a stroller/Pack 'N'Play/crib railing/shoe buckle.
Expect to give up all "You" time.
Expect to fall in love completely with your little girl."
Well, that certainly didn't take a year.
