1 month old

So there is a one-month old living in my house these days and I just thought I'd comment on it.

She's far better looking than me, which is both a good thing and a little disheartening to know I am no longer the best looking S.O.B in the house.

She sleeps more than me, which I didn't think many people could do. Maybe only one or two. (Slip you know who you are.) Not to mention she enjoys waking me up even though it's a school night and I have to get up at the crack to make the donuts.

She cares more for my wife than me. I can tell this by the way she constantly turns her head in every direction to locate her mom. (How dare she look away from me.)

She eats healtier, grows new hair on her head by the day, has near perfect skin and big beautiful eyes. As for me, I might as well be chopped liver!

Anyway, I jest. Marley J is a wonder and we marvel at all of these things daily behind droopy sleep deprived eyes. I should say behind Samran's sleep deprived eyes, because she is the queen holding the fort together. She truly is doing a bang up job (that's how they talk at the office and the only thing I bring to the table).

Enough with the reading, here are a couple of photos:
Yes, I still enjoy my sleep. Backoff!


Cousin Kai & Me!!! I love cousin Kai!!!

There's a little stranger in my house

At least that's what it felt like. There I was, overly sleep deprived, starring at this perfect little baby all wrapped up like a burrito on my living room couch thinking, "What in the heck did we do?"

Then she cooed and moved a bit, and I thought, "Okay, that was precious," and not in a Lord of the Rings kind of way.

So here we are, almost one week since the early signs of labor, with this perfect little one named Marley, and all is well. She eats, she sleeps, she poops and pees. But each one of those things are fun to watch and be a apart of. But I don't want to get into the sappy stuff. Here are some details about Marley J, MJ or Marley Jantawan (pr. Johntawon):

Birthday: July 28, 2008 7:01pm CT
Weight: 6lbs 5oz
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark brown
Skin: Honey (that's what mom says)
Looks: Like Mom
Demeanor: Hopefully like Mom
Like: Mom's singing
Dislike: When dad doesn't put the diaper on high enough up my back and I poop everywhere.

What's up DAD:


My Feet:


My Room:


Leaving the hospital with my Mom who is the bestest and who always smiles and feeds me whenever I want: