hard to believe that my son, isaiah jack, will be one month old on thursday. lisa, iko, and i were in the newborn-ICU for five days, but it seemed like ten weeks, by the time we finally left.

apparently, time loses power on planet daddio.

it's true. i can be watching isaiah look around the room in his bouncy chair, and suddenly, the shadows will have shifted around the apartment on me. i can dance with him for hours, CD after CD, but two seconds of his screaming is like a long, sleepless night. didn't i just change his diapers a second ago? is summer really done? and will the next burp *ever* come?

i go back to work on tuesday but don't know how i will ever return to the calendar of your world.