Well, more like Daddy Daughter Morning. Paige and I went out to do some shopping and go for a walk while Jen relaxed in a much deserved bath. Gotta say, I'm LOVING the B.O.B. stroller. It is a breeze. We discovered a new park nearby and it has plenty of interesting things for Paige to see.
Of course, we got lots of attention as everyone wants to see the baby and I am, of course, tickled to show her off. But something quickly became quite clear. Our decision to leave the gender a mystery right up to delivery exposed a universal truth: There is no such thing as gender neutral colouring. Pink clothing means it's a girl and ANY other colour means it's a boy.
Ah well, the mystery was worth correcting a few errant assumptions. And everyone agrees that she's the cutest. It was a good morning.