A child is born

Well, who’da thunk it?  I’m a dad!  And, much as just about everyone else has said before me, it’s amazing.  To have this tiny life that you as a couple have generated, to love and care for, is a feeling that is indescribable, and like no other.  Awesome.

Amy is a sweet-natured little baby; she doesn’t cry much unless she’s hungry or we’re changing her nappy (you’d think she’d be grateful, but whatever), and she sleeps to beat the band.  A true Cunnane, then.  I’m told that she has my eyes; Fi reckons she’s got her feet.  She’s certainly got my long eyelashes, along with long legs, arms, feet and fingers.  Beautiful dark eyes, although we can’t quite make up our minds as to the colour.  I’m sure it’ll become clear as she grows.  She likes to snooze on my chest as I recline in my chair, which means I get a nice break from my work, he he…

So here it is: I’m a grown-up, and I’m supposed to be responsible.  But all I wanna do is be a rock’n’roll star – the two can’t be mutually exclusive, can they?  Time will tell.