Mom is back at work and while she is not so happy about it, it means I am Mom, I'm Dad, I'm the nurse, the doctor and the teacher. Of course, Erica would prefer to be home with our little girl but we have to do what we have to do.

Yesterday was my first time alone caring for Vida or any baby since my son Chris was born almost eight years ago. I have to say I was nervous. When my wife is home of course we share in the workload but you always have someone to lean on. This is much different. There is no back up, no one to call down the hall to grab you a diaper or give you a break.

It ended up working out great and my nerves were settled. The old dad instincts kicked right in. The really nice thing is when you are alone with them in a quiet house with all your attention fixed on them you notice things you otherwise would not.

You can really tell what makes them laugh or smile and just by looking at them know what they need. Vida apparently likes it when I talk about her poops. This is hysterical to her. I realize I am only one day in and it will get harder but I am psyched about being there with her.

So, if you need me, I'll be in my living room holding my little girl covered in poop and spit up singing the J.G. Wentworth jingle. She really likes that one.