Hi everyone! Well you aren't gonna believe what happened yesterday. I went into labor! Mr. Potatohead got the word and promptly checked himself out of rehab and hitch-hiked home to be with me. He was so cute. A real nervous daddy, I must say. He was pacing around the maternity ward all morning tickling all the new-borns until they started crying and security kicked him out of the hospital. He went home and waited patiently for me to arrive.
Finally I came in the door and woke him up on the couch to show him our beautiful new daughter and he flipped!!!! He said "I'm gonna kill that Pancho Vanilla! I knew I couldn't trust him!"
Then he charged out of the house in a rage and took off down the street! I don't know what Pancho did to upset him so badly but was he ever mad! He came back about an hour later and didn't say a word, he's been sitting around drinking beer, moping and mumbling to himself ever since. He's just so angry and he won't even look at his daughter. I tried to talk to him to find out what was wrong but he won't talk. He just keeps cursing Pancho. I said we have to name our baby and he said "Why don't you just call her Panchita?" I don't know what he meant by that. I've seen him like this before and I know it won't last. I just wish he'd snap out of it so we can start our new life with our beautiful little girl. Well she's crying now so I'd better go feed her. Bye for now. Mrs. Potatohead.
