THE BIOLOGY OF A DAD

Ya know, throughout the pregnancy, much was made of the changes in Liza's physique. Especially in the area of the belly. People seemed in awe of her enlarged abdomen.

Yet, whenever I would point out my own belly and the growth it was experiencing, people simply shook their heads and looked away. They thought my physical change was simply the result of one too many pieces of pizza, or the occasional donut... dozen.

Well... they were right.

But, to those people who scoffed at my belly, insisting that it was the result of gluttony-- I say "Nay!"

It was in fact the paternal "nesting" instinct kicking in.

Yesterday, Joli threw a hissy fit everytime we layed her in the crib. It was only when I layed her on the soft, relaxing rolls of my belly that she finally calmed down and, eventually, fell into a deep sleep.

It appears that my belly is a perfectly designed infant "bean-bag". She actually curled around it, using my love handles the way the good lord intended them to be used.

So, I sit now-- scarfing down a couple of donuts --doing the work that only a father can do... expanding the bean bag.