Welcome Home DAD!!!

That's what buried deep in my mind I had come to expect. I come home, throw open the door after a hard days work, throw down the modern day briefcase (a one strapped backpack), say, "I'm Home!" and they wife and kids come a runnin. I say again, buried deep in my psyche, that's what was there. Probably too much Leave It To Beaver, when i was a kid. Too much American-mindedness of immediacy. You have a baby, and boom there you are in Leave It To Beaver world. But all of that is definitely not the case.

It is usually me tip-toeing through the door after a rough one at the office, trying not to make a sound. Worried, in fact, that just beyond the door is a sleeping babe who I could potentially rouse thereby infuriating the Master of the Universe, Samran.

It's not that bad, but you get the picture, as many of you may already know. I half expected to come home and everyone happy and waiting my arrival. Sometimes that happens, but all to often it is sleepy faces with equally sleepy smiles if they are even up.

But that's all fine. Marley is one cute little girl with a sassy demeanor, and Samran gives her every bit of love that she'll ever need. Mom and daughter are hooked at the hip.

Marley says she's always looking for mom. Constantly turning to see where she went, and please, don't bring a bottle around. I can see mom, and I know she has the good stuff, so nix that bottle.

As for dad, he's pretty cool. We listen to Radiohead, Sigar Ros and Broken Social Scene while he rocks me. It's cool music and I get to fall asleep on his check. But I wake up as soon as he makes one false move to get up and put me in my crib. I don't like sleeping in that thing, so back off!

Here are a couple of pictures Marley wanted to share:

Everything seems so interesting...


Sometimes we hang out in the kitchen when dad gets home.


What on earth are these things you call mobiles?!


Check out the duds and the rock star pacifier. I am HIP!