John is beyond proud of his little girl. When Naomi was about 2 days old he came into the kitchen where Naomi, Mom and I were chatting:
I’m going to need our baby for a little bit.
From there he proceeded to wrap her up in several fuzzy blankets, march out the front door like a Man on a Mission and knock on each of our neighbours doors so he could show off our latest addition.
I am told the conversations went something like this:
Look! This is my baby.
I am pretty sure he had the same conversation with random strangers he met on the street.
Age: 11 days