May 22, 2000 - Monday
Harry's mother is taking a class this week in the afternoons while still going to work in the mornings and that will have me watching Harry all day every day this week. I have envisioned this week with both optimism and some trepidation and as either a potentially glorious week of father-son bonding or a very trying week ofÊmaking goo-goo noises to an inexplicably, unsatisfied baby. I am, however, committed to trying to make it work as the former and am already imagining outings and distractions.

I actually postponed jumping right into this morning since Harry's grandfather came for a couple of hours to watch Harry, allowing me do a little writing and go to the lab for a little while. But, the afternoon was all Harry's and mine and hopefully the rest of the week will be similar. Our afternoon started with a wonderfully successful lunch of baby oatmeal and peaches in which Harry, a little concerned at first about the newly introduced oatmeal, aggressively ate everything offered, including a dessert course of milk. After a little siesta, I walked Harry to our local insurance agent to work out the details for coverage on the new house and all that goes with the change of address. Harry was a big hit with the women there.

Of course, almost everyone now thinks he's a girl because of his long hair. One of the women at the agency, a hairdresser apparently, openly pined for her scissors so she could do it right there and fix him up. Harry mother and I have certainly thought about cutting his hair and intend to do so, but we just haven't found a time when he was tired enough to not flail too much. A couple trips to the lab filled up the rest of the afternoon and even allowed me to get a little more work done before Harry started to get a little restless. Now, if I can just continue to think of things to do with Harry for four more days, Harry and I will be all set.


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