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Pink's Life
First off, a belated Happy Midsummer Solstice to all out there. Beautiful day for it yesterday. Of course, the only chance I got to enjoy it was on the drive home.
So far, this week has been rather uneventful. I've nothing truly exciting to report. This may seem like a bit of a switch for me, as I can typically ramble on about what seems like nothing, or at least nothing of real consequence, but hey, that's just the way it's been, ya know?
Marcus is... well... Marcus. No real changes in him, apart from working on smiling.
That's a sight that just melts your heart, especially now that smiles get into his eyes.
I managed to upload pictures into the gallery on LJ today... and I've got to go make some prints of some of the ones I uploaded because they're so goshdarn cute.
What else can I say? I look at the pictures, and he just melts my heart.
Then it hits me -- I'm a Dad. I've got a kid.
Now what the **** do I do? Do I know what to do? Well, not in every situation, but I think I have a fair idea of what's expected of me in this stage of the game.
Do I still marvel at seeing pictures of him? Hell yes, even if it's the same one over and over and over.
There are times I still can't believe it.
The moment of full realization comes when I'm feeding him his late night bottle, or am wrist deep in a mudslide. Yep, he's here, and here to stay.
It's all worth it, I tell myself. The moments of joy that come from those quiet feedings, or nap time on my chest, or a Bit of Thrashabout on the Floor or in his crib. That's what it's all about right now.
As the Gods Above and Below as my witnesses, I shall not let this child come to harm, so long as I draw breath and blood flows through my veins, he shall be protected. I shall teach him to protect himself, and for when the time comes, for him to protect his own children, and pass on the teachings.
And why is it that the sight of such a small, innocent child can turn the most intelligent of us into babbling idiots?
First off, a belated Happy Midsummer Solstice to all out there. Beautiful day for it yesterday. Of course, the only chance I got to enjoy it was on the drive home.
So far, this week has been rather uneventful. I've nothing truly exciting to report. This may seem like a bit of a switch for me, as I can typically ramble on about what seems like nothing, or at least nothing of real consequence, but hey, that's just the way it's been, ya know?
Marcus is... well... Marcus. No real changes in him, apart from working on smiling.
That's a sight that just melts your heart, especially now that smiles get into his eyes.
I managed to upload pictures into the gallery on LJ today... and I've got to go make some prints of some of the ones I uploaded because they're so goshdarn cute.
What else can I say? I look at the pictures, and he just melts my heart.
Then it hits me -- I'm a Dad. I've got a kid.
Now what the **** do I do? Do I know what to do? Well, not in every situation, but I think I have a fair idea of what's expected of me in this stage of the game.
Do I still marvel at seeing pictures of him? Hell yes, even if it's the same one over and over and over.
There are times I still can't believe it.
The moment of full realization comes when I'm feeding him his late night bottle, or am wrist deep in a mudslide. Yep, he's here, and here to stay.
It's all worth it, I tell myself. The moments of joy that come from those quiet feedings, or nap time on my chest, or a Bit of Thrashabout on the Floor or in his crib. That's what it's all about right now.
As the Gods Above and Below as my witnesses, I shall not let this child come to harm, so long as I draw breath and blood flows through my veins, he shall be protected. I shall teach him to protect himself, and for when the time comes, for him to protect his own children, and pass on the teachings.
And why is it that the sight of such a small, innocent child can turn the most intelligent of us into babbling idiots?
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