I’ll Sleep when I’m Dead

I’ve learned one major thing about babies in my fives weeks of being a dad: they give zero shits about how tired you are. It doesn’t matter if it’s 2 A.M. and there is a microbiology lab practical that you have to take the next day, they are not going to stop yelling until their diapers are changed and their bellies are full. Honestly though, I can’t say that I blame them. Complete lack of control of my bodily and motor functions would probably make me a little temperamental too.

My new hobby is taking consecutive pictures of my daughter while she wiggles around on the couch. It’s a little game I play, trying to get the funniest/cutest pictures I can in one sitting. Here’s a couple of gems that I got yesterday:




What a cutie, right? I’m pretty sure she’ll be glad I took these when she’s in her teens.


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