Early Father's Day

So I've just survived two days alone with Phoebe ...

Not that I was worried.

Kates returned to work this week, so her mother stayed with us to take care of Phoebe Monday and Tuesday. Then I stayed home from work yesterday and today...

We had a good time ... Yesterday morning, we took a ride to visit some friends at the police station and at my office place. For the afternoon, things were a little tougher, though -- she wouldn't go to sleep when she was supposed to and there was a lot of crying ... She did give me a good 45 minutes midway through the afternoon, however -- just enough time to meet with an air-conditioner repair man and make some phone calls ...

Today, we got to sleep in a little. Then we ate breakfast. And played. And listened to music. And then took a ride to Kates's school ... It was the last day, so the atmosphere was festive -- there were other babies there, too, and even doggies. All of her cohorts got to see Phoebe and ogle and adore her ...

Then Kates kept her for the rest of the day while she packed her classroom ... and I got to come home and catch up on some work. And shower ...

I'm really tired. Which is why this post is lacking the pizazz I hoped it would have ...

Really, there's been nothing more memorable this week than watching Phoebe hold up her head -- and keep it up. And this evening Kates and I watched with glee and pride as she rolled over four times in a row ... Seriously. At this rate, she's going to be crawling within weeks.