The Absent Father

The last two nights I've had to work late, which means getting home after Bianca goes to bed. I miss her. In just two days I miss seeing my daughter's drooly, smiley, if somewhat annoyed in the evenings face. I don't think I'd make it traveling away from my girls. Thankfully they still like traveling with me. I know this is the first of many late nights to come, so I'm going to make it up to both Bianca and Ewa tomorrow. Some quality time with Mom and Dad in the bed tomorrow morning, followed by helping me pick my soccer team, followed by a nice walk, followed by grocery shopping and maybe some soccer watching; that should shake off this week's work debacles and allow me to sink back into fatherhood after a two day hiatus. Bianca has been on her best behavior this week and she's actually allowing herself to be left relatively alone, if you count sitting in her play gym with her Boppy supporting her from behind while Ewa is still in the same room or only pops out for moments at a time. Of course, the only reason she's so entertained in her gym is because there are so many things she can put into her mouth!

We weighed her in at 7.2kg the other night. I think she may be 7.5kg by her 5 month check up next week. Her rolls have rolls. So many people here, especially those old an older generation, can't believe that our little rotund princess has grown so well on just breast milk. They suspect we've been sneaking her chocolate bars.