Gas. Walks and other marvels of parenting.

Gas. A word grumbled when people have to pump fuel into their cars. A word that some say is the reason why so many families are losing loved ones in Iraq. A word that can give any parent a tumultuous amount of grief. Yes, that last one, and well, all the other ones apply to me, but the last one ripples through our small apartment after Hazel has had her share of milk. As soon as she is off, we prop her on a knee and pat her back trying to get those trapped bubbles of air to the surface and allow the belch to sound out like a wolf at the moon. Yeah, burping is hilarious, dealing with a newborn who hasn't gotten all the burps out, not so hilarious. Funny thing though, the biggest screamfest can be happening and then a silence and then a fart. Mostly juicy too, and really damn funny. If I haven't mentioned that my little girl reminds me of my late grandpa Bob, her farts are clearly another reminder of how hilarious passing wind can be.
Today we went to Denny's where mom and I got some food diner food. Walks are really nice. for some reason, they bring out the best in a day. So far, on day 3 of her existence we took her to Amato's, which is a cheese steak sandwich shop. On day 4 we walked to 7-11. On day 5 we went to the Salvation Army(see previous post about awesome find) and shortly thereafter we walked over to Taco Bell. On day 6, which is today, we took her to Denny's. Tomorrow is Heather's birthday, woot, and we are going to either go to a taqueria to celebrate mom's 32nd or we are going to order have Wing's and have aunt Megan bring it over. We shall see.

Uncle German

Today German came by and got to hold Hazel for some time. See pictures below. We also went to the Salvation Army and got Heather some shirts. At the Sal, we found a wooden rocking horse, that had branded on it, 'Roy'. On the tag of the horse, the day it was put out on display, was August 10th, Hazel's birthday. Coincidence? Didn't matter, I bought it without hesitation, and I even got the guy to lower the price due to the significance of the date it was put out, and the fact that my little girl's last name was Roy. Following the event, we walked to Taco Bell and got some grub. A fellow dad talked to me when I was waiting with Hazel in her stroller and asked me how old my little girl was. "4 DAYS!" he shouted. Then he asked how much she weighed. "7 ounces!" He was great and he was a stay at home dad with a 15 month old boy. He told me it flies by. The guy at the Salvation Army who sold me the rocking horse told me he had a son too. His boy was 17 and was going to be a junior. He told me he wish he could go back in time. Everyday is new now, that is for sure.

HELLO HAZEL!

Hazel, world.
World, Hazel.
Now that you are acquainted, allow me to skip to the preliminaries.
On August 10th, 2007, at 4:39pm, Hazel James Roy came in to the world.
Weighing in at a featherweight of 7lbs, 11 ounces and with an astonishing height of 20 inches, she holds the boxing ring ransom to any who desires entry. The boxing allegory comes from the fact that she also came out with a shiner, or an angel kiss according to the pediatricians.
She has one on the back of her head too, around the hairline.
Yesterday we were discharged from the hospital around noon. We put all our gear, and flowers(thanks Keag's, Crockett's and O'Leary) into the Mini. Heather sat in back, next to the car seat, and I drove.
As we headed down the 85, we listened to music that I thought I would want to listen to if I was born today.
Here was the playlist:

In Your Room; the Bangles.
It's Time to Party; Andrew W.K.
Sure Shot; the Beastie Boys
Jigga What/Feint; Linkin Park/Jay-Z (Collision Course)
Train in Vain; the Clash (Live from Eternity and Beyond)
Short Skirt, Long Jacket; CAKE
Sheep Go to Heaven, Goats go to Hell; CAKE

There has been a lot of music thus far, and no television.
Heather has also been singing to her, which is always great being that Heather sings probably only a few times a year, which is a shame because she used to be in choir, but after working for Camp Costanoan she got nodes. She is a great singer.