it's different when the baby's mine

I have other blog posts lined up which have nothing to do with my beautiful baby girl. But let's be honest, I've got baby on my mind. So, here goes...

I always love visiting new babies. I get so excited to see the little nuggets. I love looking at their little toes and fingers and noses and ears and tongues and so on. I love holding them and listening to their little noises. And then after about an hour, I'm ready to hand them back to their parents and go home.

The idea of looking at or smelling "bathroom results" makes me a little queasy. The idea of touching it makes me want to cut my hands off.

Oh, the effects of a little perspective. One thing I've learned firsthand these last few days that it's different when the baby's mine.

I could stare at my daughter all day. I don't get bored of looking at her. She sleeps on me for hours on end and those hours fly by in my mind.

I am not the least bit bothered when I have to change her. More than anything, I feel bad for the little one that she cannot control herself. My heart goes out to her. And because of that, I am happy to take care of her and make her feel better.

So, forgive me for being that dad that always wants to talk about his child, but what can I say? It's different when the baby's mine!