2:25 PM
I’m currently sitting on the couch at a friend’s place (Jordan) post-interview with a nonprofit.
Yesterday I spent the day at your Dad’s—feeding times at 11:00, 2:00, 5:00. Both of you were fussy and constipated. It was sort of painful to witness. You mom is good at calming you down.
Whenever I change your diapers, one of you pees everywhere, including on me. One time, (I can’t remember which one of you) I got the triple-treatment: poop, pee, and throwup. I was a tad overwhelmed.
Sebastian, you’re having more trouble eating and everyone’s worried. I feel like the only one keeping my cool—there’s a need for an impartial presence.
You’re both extremely cute and tiny still—I can hold you in one arm. You have a lot of hair and long eyelashes. Whenever I change your clothes, I’m afraid of breaking your limbs.
That’s all I really have to report. The weather’s been whack—72º to 22º in the span of 24 hours. There were tornado sirens last night.
Catch you later!