Now, last installment, I might have mentioned being in charge of a newborn baby. I'd like to retract that last statement, because I think it is definitely Isabel that appears to be in charge. How someone that is only 62 cm (and I do know her height because I had to put her height on her passport application) has assumed total authority over our household is slightly baffling. One small wail and I jump to feed her, or change her, or dangle a blue thing instead of a red thing in front of her in order to amuse her. I shouldn't be totally surprised by this. Apparently, I do have some chemicals now racing around my body which make me respond directly to her cries. It's Nature's way of ensuring we looked after our wee Bundles of Joy back in the pre-historic age and didn't eat them. Still, I do sometimes wonder how such a wee package has totally turned our lives upside down. This is upside down in a good way, of course. And I would never consider eating her. Except maybe for last Friday when she would not go to bed ......
Disclaimer: This is, of course, a joke. I would never eat my baby. Do not call social services.
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