Bebé

 I don't even know how to explain how happy I am being a father. I never thought I'd get this far. It's like when you get a tool that makes you wonder how you functioned without it before it; or 8RAM to 32RAM. I don't know. I just can't imagine our life without him anymore or how we--Vilet and I--were happy (I know how we were happy, but this is so much more). 

From the beginning of having a torturous time watching the birth happen, to being scared during a C-section, and then just getting to hear his cry and hold him right there. I feel full of emotion just remembering. Those whole days and nights at the hospital, ordering room service and watching TV while we tried so hard to figure things out. And then getting home, wondering how they let two silly geese have a baby.

We were so excited with every single step. Him turning his head, reaching for toys, cooing, laughing, grabbing toys and actually holding on, actually playing. It just never ends, or it feels like it. And he's such a good baby, and Vilet is such a good mom.

[Not to side-track, but I remember my old best friend when she had her baby. Her husband told her how awful of a job she was doing, and I can't even imagine. Parents beat themselves up enough as it is, but the person who is supposed to be in this together with them doing it. I can't.]

I enjoy putting him to bed, or when he wakes up and just needs a snuggle. He koalas onto me and immediately goes to sleep. He makes me feel like I'm funny when he laughs at almost everything I do. And lately, just seeing how he looks at food and wants to slam his head into whatever we're eating.

I can definitely wait for the future. I don't wish for things to be different anymore. I just want to enjoy how life is now. I have a lil family.

 Also he's just so cute. Like what the heck. We can barely go outside without him getting a compliment.

 But it's been 6 months. I love him to pieces. He's the best.