Nine weeks (and nine cases of diapers) into this whole parenthood thing and it’s beginning to seem more manageable than it did back at week one. And, since the last time I updated y’all my son has had a lot of firsts: first time in a frontpack, first guy’s night out, first day at daycare, first Bears game, first visit from Tia Clau, first Tummy Time, first trip to LaHa, first 5K race, and first trip to the physical therapist. Whew!
All these milestones couldn’t have come at a better time. As you all gathered from previous parenting rants, I really wanted to take a long walk off a short pier when my son was a wee wee lad. But now that my son is less “fingernails on a chalkboard” and more “mogwi before gremlin” I’m much less inclined to sprint towards a watery grave.