My daughter Vida is killing me.

Whatever archaic instincts I had left in me to bury my emotions are either gone or on their way out. Everyday, she does something that turns me into wet blanket.

Yesterday, it was this smile after her bath. By the way, what 5-month-old girl has a designer bathrobe? Ha! She's too much. I had heard from other dads of little girls that change was coming, and they were right.

Like waves on the beach, she is eroding my long-outdated ideas on what it means to be a man. Don't be surprised if the next time you see me, I'm singing show tunes to my little girl while crying and wearing the makeup she has applied to my face.

I can't go back now. I'm forever in love with my little girl. Now, I have to try and figure out how to get her to stop looking at me like I have all the answers. That part really scares me.

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