Hey Jakey,

Today was you-and-daddy time. I went up to the lake to have sushi with C.H. and I stopped off to visit F.R. and went to Walmart on the way home. C.H. said that she was a colicky baby, and that she drove her mom completely mad. She turned out pretty nifty, so I have every confidence that you will too.

Boy, there were some butt-ugly babies there at Wally World today. Some were kind of cute, but you're one hundred times more handsome than all of them combined. There was a beautiful Native American couple there today. I mean--seriously Indian. Both had long, flowing black hair, and she had feathers and beads woven into hers. The husband was carrying an honest-to-God papoose with the baby in it. A board, with a swaddled baby tied down on it with criss-crossing leather bits. Very cool.

So today was the longest I've been away from you-- six hours. I did okay for about the first four, but by 4 pm, I was pretty fidgety. When I got home, I burst into tears and took you away from your daddy.

I guess you've had a *really* good day, without much fussing. You haven't cried once since I've been home. I'd love to say that this is a trend, but we'll just have to see. You're so much more pleasant to be around when you're not constantly SCREAMING. And daddy did a good job with you. I had my doubts before I left the house. He just is not a patient person. I imagined him frantically jumping from S to S, with your siren wail growing louder and louder. But that's not what happened at all.

One of these days, your daddy and I will not be so terrified of you, and yet so terrified to be away from you. This all feels so new and raw and wonderful and exhausting.