No more putting it off...

I keep saying, "man, I need to do another blog before I forget things to say" and then I forget to do another blog.  Therefore, the time has come once again.

My baby boy just turned 8 weeks old this past Monday and his "two month" old birthday is right around the corner.  I can't believe how fast time is flying by.  Over the last couple of weeks we've finally seen him start smiling at us as we talk to him.  Of course, his mommy couldn't make it through his first real smiles without shedding a few "happy tears".  Although I still believe his favorite times so far are sitting next to his daddy and watching football (yet, I think his mommy would disagree).

I've been told he is starting to really look like me, which I'm not necessarily too happy about because his mommy had much better genes to pull from than I.  But I guess when his DNA went swimming, it was my gene pool they thought felt the best.

It's been a crazy 8 weeks, but I wouldn't ask for a more wonderful wife or son to spend them with!

Quickest month of my life...

Let's be honest.  No matter how many times he screams at the top of his lungs at 2am, pees in his own face, pees in your face, shoots rockets out his rear, cries a little more at 4am, spits his pacifier out of his mouth when you know he really wants it, chugs his milk faster than a mouse in a derby race, refuses to stop crying long enough to just take a picture, and wakes up screaming again at 5:45am, there is still a love so deep and a cherishing of those, sometimes few, quiet moments when he looks up at you and just stares and smiles.  It's a speechless moment in time that I wouldn't give up for the world.

He hit the big one-month mark today, and still changing more and more each and every day.  I was proud earlier, where though only for a short time, he's reached up and held his own bottle.  Apparently very displeased with how I was performing the task.

The reality of it is, it's the other VIP in my life that's made this last month possible.  Without her un-imaginable patience, loving smile, and willingness to do anything for her son it WOULD NOT have been possible.  Just trust me on that.  My hat is off to any father, rather by choice or not, that raises their children all on their own.  It's by no means a task that I would even want to think about, much less to become a reality.  Thank you Kimberly for the countless hours spent raising your son!  One day (and yes, probably already) he'll be grateful he was blessed enough to call you "mommy".

Harper Elliott.  You're the world to us.  Thank you for the most incredible month of our lives.