Diary of Burt Post Sept. 4th, 1946

Baby Ede is still crying up a storm. Glad I can give Maxine some relief in feeding her. Kind of hard to write in this diary while poking a bottle in the kids face. Man she is a cute one. Blond hair and hazel eyes it looks like. Too early to really tell. Nothing like staring into your babies eyes as she nurses. 

I see in the paper today that my old classmate from high school is doing it again. Old Joe McCarthy is telling tall tales. In the previous elections he lied about his opponents age and said he was senile. That Joe always was a bully. He's not too bad at a party but can be a mean son of a gun if he doesn't like you. He always liked me. 

Got a bonus today for that patent. Guess I'll have to invent some more stuff so Ede can go to college.