Singing Tell A Graham

I totally "get it," the rush of Parenting and carrying the mantel of Mommy or Daddy. My Wife! is doing the major work here, and again, my love, admiration, and respect for her finds a higher level. The schedule of feeding Graham isn't for the heavy sleeper, nor the night owl. This is The Gig, and OKAY EVERYBODY... Life isn't the same.

I've never been around a baby this much, other than the years in Corporate America, of course (BOOO HARDY HAR), but Graham seems just sooooo chiiilled out. Alicia's been so great as a Mother, and I'm fully embracing the diaper detail. I haven't laughed or comforted a pants-pooper so often since my days in HAX. I enjoy burping him, holding him, cradling, reading to him (he's digging "Creative Mind" by Ernest Holmes at night, and Beatrix Potter in the day).

Looks like Life's going full steam ahead. I'm so Thankful that Graham's healthy, Alicia's healthy, and that I'm part of this. He's got Grandpa Gerry, Granny Victoria, and a great family of Angels looking out for him. And he sat through 3 hours of pre-game with me on Sunday.

We're just so in love with him.