With the the birth of our newborn, I have reached the point of being sleep-deprived. But I can say that I am at least smiling.
It is always a scary moment when you ask your wife to write for your site… well when she told me that she was going to write about me NOT being Iron Man, I began to immediately regret that decision. But, after reading what she said, it made things just a bit better.
I’ve almost forgotten what alone time is. I mean, I feel like I can’t watch TV without interruption, without someone wanting me to play with them or to go outside… let alone go to the bathroom alone… not giving me a chance to break a new high score on Angry Birds.
This is just the beginning… sure I can look back at his first day of t-ball or when he got stitches or the day that he rode a bike for the first time and have a feeling of pride. But the moment I saw my son walk off to one of his first experiences of school it struck something in me and I was emotional wreck.