Mommy's sister Janet spent a week with us -- and it was a pretty intense week. She was here for the birth, and the first few days in the hospital.
This turned out to be a good thing, because Daddy was a little ... anxious ... during that period. As a mother of four, she was a font of wisdom regarding things like swaddling and myconium, thus freeing Daddy up for important guy stuff like, um, killing wild animals.
(Actually, both parents discovered that -- right around the birth -- we became weirdly atavistic. Mommy wanted to nest, and Daddy couldn't keep still, like some caveman prowling the campsite scanning for saber-tooths).
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