One week old
Isaac Anthony is one week old today. My mom, Bianca, and I gathered in the kitchen and sang happy birthday to him. He gave us Cap'n Stinkeye.
It is funny how, in one week, I have become so attached to that beautiful boy that I cannot even really remember what it was like to not have him around. Of course I can remember when he was not here, but it is hard to think about a time when I was not, in some way, looking forward to being a Dad. Now that I am happiness abounds.
Unfortunately, grandpa had to leave us to go back to Ohio. He is very busy trying to secure the legacy of the Wright Brothers and Dayton. To that end he had some unavoidable obligations, but even in the few hours that he has been gone we all miss him a ton. Nanna is still here, providing invaluable assistance as our sleep patterns change dramatically and bonding with her grandson. Both grandparents should take comfort in knowing that Isaac will be as awed with them as I was.
All sorts of things that I did not really understand or chucked up to sentimentality over my life were elucidated as unavoidable truths. I could not, of course, see them as such before becoming a Dad. Having my Dad around as this realization dawned on me was an amazingly great experience. I have apologized for no less than a dozen things I did as a kid, such as not posing for a picture when I graduated from high school, walking on and destroying the plexiglass lenses for the kitchen lights, and not tying my shoes.
Being in the Dad club has certainly been fantastic.
Blah, blah, blah...too much sentimentality.
Here is a video of us singing Happy Birthday:
It is funny how, in one week, I have become so attached to that beautiful boy that I cannot even really remember what it was like to not have him around. Of course I can remember when he was not here, but it is hard to think about a time when I was not, in some way, looking forward to being a Dad. Now that I am happiness abounds.
Unfortunately, grandpa had to leave us to go back to Ohio. He is very busy trying to secure the legacy of the Wright Brothers and Dayton. To that end he had some unavoidable obligations, but even in the few hours that he has been gone we all miss him a ton. Nanna is still here, providing invaluable assistance as our sleep patterns change dramatically and bonding with her grandson. Both grandparents should take comfort in knowing that Isaac will be as awed with them as I was.
All sorts of things that I did not really understand or chucked up to sentimentality over my life were elucidated as unavoidable truths. I could not, of course, see them as such before becoming a Dad. Having my Dad around as this realization dawned on me was an amazingly great experience. I have apologized for no less than a dozen things I did as a kid, such as not posing for a picture when I graduated from high school, walking on and destroying the plexiglass lenses for the kitchen lights, and not tying my shoes.
Being in the Dad club has certainly been fantastic.
Blah, blah, blah...too much sentimentality.
Here is a video of us singing Happy Birthday: