It’s amazing how such a little person can completely change everything. I am a little late to the parenting game, I know, so you will have to bare with me. Last night wasn’t so hot, since he could sense the tsunami of baby juice on the doorstep, but the milkman hadn’t quite got around to dropping it off yet. Today however has been much better. He, like his father before him, likes nothing better to curl up and have a nap with sport on the tv after dinner. 
I love being a dad. I love smelling him while he naps on my chest. I love watching him sleep. I love watching him looking around and wondering what he is seeing. I love to hear him burp and fart and whimper, and look forward to the day he laughs, says things, sings for the first time.
There is no going back now. It is immensely cool. I love watching Jo be a mum. She is fantastic at it, and I am careful to tell her so as often as I can. We, like so many parents before us, have already confessed to our wee son, that despite the show of confidence, that it is in fact a ruse… we aren’t real sure of what we are doing… but are doing our best, and with some help and a little luck, things will be ok.
In other news, I have received my permanent residency. No more interviews for me with immigration. Unless of course I decide to check out my options with citizenship… but that won’t be for a few years.
I am falling asleep at the keyboard now, so I’ll go. I’ll try and throw a few more pictures up on flickr for you later this week. Out.
