I have detected a serious flaw in the design of the human infant:
When he feeds, he falls asleep.
When he feeds, he also poops.
When he is put on the changing table, he wakes up.
When he wakes up, he wants to feed.
Did Kafka write any stories about newborns?
Monday, March 11, 2013
This tiny peanut was born on the 13th of February (his due date!) weighing 4.1 kg and measuring 53 cm. I will tell a bit of the birth story soon. The important part is that he is inexpressibly beautiful and I love him more than I can say. Sometimes I look at him and I feel like my heart is physically swelling in my chest.