Things change...

If it wasn't the several weeks lost to chest colds, she is the end of my marathon plans.  Well, I was not that excited about running 42km on the flats of the Arakawa, after not getting a place at the Tokyo Marathon.  Next year!

The J-wife thinks she's a clone of her newborn brother, but I see differences: she's born with darker pupils and narrower eyes.  Both of these things I won't tell the Japanese relations, though I see no problem the locals only want to hear big eyes and fair.  Oh, and she looks way different when you change her diaper, but at least she can't spray you.

Man, I am glad my first was a boy!  Changing a tiny human is stressful enough, but changing a tiny female as my first would have done me in.  What do you wipe?  What do you leave alone?  Too embarrassed to ask, so I only took cake of the meconium (can't talk about infants without descending to poo-talk).  I'll watch my wife sometime, she ought to know.  And babies are not to scale.  I didn't think about it with the boy, or maybe I was just proud for him, but you know how a baby's head is too large for their body?  Well...