In about half an hour, little Avery will be one week old exactly. The pain has nearly all subsided and we can't remember not having her in the next room. I monopolize her time. She only sleeps and eats yet I could stare at her hours on end--and sometimes I do (a luxury soon to be banished when Grandma flies away). My mom pointed out this morning that there are few fathers who, when they only have a few hours before going into work would take all the children to the zoo for the morning. And Craig is certainly not dying to pet the stingrays or smell the giraffes in the blazing Phoenix sun. Yet off they went, snacks and all--three monkeys watching monkeys. I'm spoiled by the father of my children--he treats me far better than I merit.