The photo of me holding my daughter in the hospital seems like an eternity ago, but it just happened back in August. Now two-and-half months into this whole Fatherhood gambit and I feel like we are starting to get into a rhythm.
Granted, I keep saying that and then my daughter will throw us a curveball that makes The Librarian and I question everything we have been doing as parents.
Still, like everything else in my life, I am perfectly comfortable just blundering my way through parenthood making things up as I go and pretending that all the good things that happen are planned that way.
At least this is what I will tell my daughter when she gets older.