Hey Superstars! Just took Kid Lulu to school, and thought I'd check in before I head back to the hospital to be with the Forever Fiancee and Maybe Maya. All my girls are doing great -- in fact, the newest Daly is hoovering so much food, she's gonna head home a Butterball Beauty.

Thanks to everyone for the well-wishing and such. I read your messages to the FF over the phone, and she got a kick out of them. I saw one msg especially inquired about my delivery-room skillz. Well, I'm not squeamish, so I kinda get into all the horrifically life-affirming delivery action. And I usually like to entertain the FF with an assortment of nervous-dad buffoonery. But this time, someone beat me to it.

You see, we had Rip Taylor for an anesthesiologist. This guy was a nightmare of bad zingers and constant chatter. Really, it was brutal. I'm surprised my daughter didn't come out covered in confetti. "Gimme that camera, Dad! Oops, dropped it! Just kidding, just kidding! Hey you know when my wife would always get pregnant? Scuba lessons! HA! Get it? Scuba lessons! SCUBA LESSONS!"

I still don't get that. Does anybody get that? What the hell do scuba lessons have to do with anything?

Anyway, just for fun, just to keep you sharp, here's a speed-round playlist. See how many you can come up with in, say, one minute. Ready? Okay, here we go:

THE BABY PLAYLIST

"Baby, What a Big Surprise" -- Chicago
"Baby I'm-a Want You" -- Bread
"Baby Baby" -- Amy Grant
"Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing" -- Chris Isaak
"Can't Get Enough of You Baby" -- Frankie Valli
"Baby Makin' Hips" -- Fantasia
"Baby, Now That I've Found You" -- Alison Krauss
"Baby Got Back" -- Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Baby Come to Me" -- James Ingram