Italian restaurant in Reno
and as the hour of our
reservation approaches,
Mom and Scott grow a bit
antsy; Leigh and Heather
still have not reappeared;
and Hunter wakes from an overlong
nap hungry, wet, and otherwise
irritated. When I go to mitigate
that, Dad decides to tag along.
As I discard a soggy diaper
in favor of a nice dry one, Dad
says, That boy is going to make
some woman very happy one
day! Takes after his grandpa,
in more ways than one.
Okay, that’s much more than
I want to know. “Well, I guess
he has your eyes. And not a lot
of hair. So yes, I guess he takes
after you a little bit, Dad.”
We laugh as I dress Hunter
in cute overalls and a plaid shirt.
Can I hold him? asks Dad,
and my look is all the reply
he needs. Hey, I’m no worse
off than you right now! Relax.
I remember how to hold a baby.
I promise I won’t drop
the little guy on his head.