A pseudo triumphant return

Things are getting back to as normal as they've ever been around the phish bowl, just a little less sleep at night and a bit more during the day. Madam Bedhead was kind enough to keep the home fires burning whilst the missus and I adjust to life with phinlet. I'm still in awe of both her and him. Had anybody asked me two weeks ago I'd have never guessed how spellbound he would have in the short time since his hatching.

I've been asked a couple of times how it feels to be a father. It's something I haven't really been able to describe justly. The only answer that keeps coming back is now I get it, now I understand what life's about.

With the missus on vacation, since she had the c-section and all, for the next couple of weeks I've had a chance to show of my mad domestic goddess skillz. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, all being performed by my more than capable hands. I'll have y'all know that all laundry has come gone in and come out with their original colors in tact.

To say the past couple of weeks have been a learning experience would be an understatement. 'specially when it comes to my sense of humor and thinking before I speak. For some reason medical professionals aren't real keen someone saying "just a little off the top" when talking about circumcision. The missus has also let it be known that the process of pumping expressing breast-milk shall not be referred to as milking.

Over the past week I'd grown accustomed to spending as much time as I wanted with the missus and phinlet, but today I headed back to work for half a day. Well I showed up at the office. The girls were kind enough to decorate my office by hanging diapers from the ceiling and wrapping a good portion of my desk in the remaining leftovers. They also hug bottles, pacifiers and spare nipples from the ceiling. Pictures to come later. The list of calls and other crap to catch up on was endless, matched with my lack of desire to be there lead to almost nothing getting accomplished.

Which way was up again?