On daughter. Yawn. Kabitzin.

It's still all surreal to be a father of two. The first one is so amazing, it's hard to imagine that we'll get lucky twice. And I remember not making an immediate connection with Ryan, no doubt brought on by the fact that I went back to Ohio two weeks after he was born. There's some of that with Erin, too. Because she is literally connected to Ainsley 83% of the time, it's hard to get a Parent In Edgewise.
One hopes this is forgivable, but I sometimes even forget she's there in the next room, snoozing in her car seat. I get into a routine, feed the dogs, clean up the kitchen, get the boy to pick up his toys, the phone rings, take out the recycling, and Ainsley walks in and asks how Erin is doing.
!
Oh, yeah! Whoops!
As she gets older and into a steadier pattern of wake and sleep, and I can start throwing a football around with her, I'm sure things will be fine. It's just fun remembering all the things I'd forgotten about the infantiles -- the spit up on the shirts (sorry, Dad!). The near impossibility of bending a leg into pajamas when she's crying hysterically. The use of a pinkie finger to temporarily placate. The diapers too small and light to even fall through the pail's trap door. The struggle to keep her head afloat while bathing in a bucket.
And on and on. I keep imagining what she'll look like in two years, what it will be like to interact with her when she's Ryan's current age, and how Ryan will be as a four-year-old...
It's really a remarkable life.
Mabye she'll be more into socer than football. Her feet are eNORmous!