Last night we went to visit a bunch of old friends in Berkeley and didn't get home until after midnight. Teresa, having gone to bed at 8 o'clock thought nothing of being awake at 5 AM, at which point mom kicked dad and told him to go play with his daughter...
So, Teresa bounced and cooed and slurped and drooled and eventually went back to sleep around 7:30, by which time daddy at made a fair amount of progress on "So Long, and thanks for all the Fish", which made him feel less uneasy about the surrealities of parenthood.
Above all: DON'T PANIC .
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