Best Part of My Day

The other day I wore a T-shirt with baby’s picture on it to music rehearsal (I’d been wearing it all day). The image covers just about the entire front of the men’s extra-large shirt. “Subtle,” someone said. It may not be, I suppose, but baby, when she sees her picture on daddy’s chest, thinks it’s great.

This morning baby had a few micro-bites of banana-strawberry pancake. After a sour face at the onset, she happily had more, chewing and swallowing carefully. It was the first food I’d made her with my own hands and watching her eat it was the best part of my day.