Wednesday, January 1, 1992

No hangover, fortunately.  I did drink a lot of the bubbly last night.

It's a lowkey day.  Channel scanning during the late morning, I get hooked on a movie about a dad searching for his kidnapped baby.  JoAnna and Andy go to see Fieval Goes West during the afternoon.  Eddie's been too prone to fussy spells lately.  I do some taping and fix barbecued chicken wings.  By early evening, JoAnna's not feeling too well.  I give both boys a bath.  Eddie gets such a look of panic on his face when I rinse his hair.  I stretch out on the couch in the TV room while Andy is sitting at his desk and doze off once or twice.

January 1, 1991

We bring in the New Year quietly, remaining at home for the entire day.  The only time I venture outside is to retrieve the newspapers. 

I become absorbed by the book I'm reading, Friday Night Lights, although an Alfred Hitchcock festival on WGN competes for my attention.  JoAnna tunes in the Orange Bowl, but we both quickly lose interest in the game.

Eddie gets his first bath, recorded on video for grandma and grandpa.  The four of us lounge in bed for awhile, Eddie wide-eyed and angel-faced, pumping his little arms and legs every now and then, Andy requesting that I put my book down and read Mother Goose rhymes to him. 

Such a wonderful family.  Now I don't want to stop at two.  I want more children.