That's right. We're parents now! After 4.5 high octane filled months of being a mommy and daddy, Laura and I are finally realizing what a blessing Everett has been to our lives. Of course new parents feel blessed to have a child the moment he/she is born... but I'm not talking about that initial high that comes from seeing your wife endure 25 hours of labor, or your husband stand holding your new precious (although slightly swollen) offspring after following you around the hospital for 25 hours. No. I'm talking about realizing that God has given you the privilege and ultimate task of being a parent, teacher, disciplinarian, and role model for a life that is 1/2 your spouse and 1/2 you. After some quick thinking... and praying... to fix any poor life decisions and/or character flaws, you decide to try and read every parenting book recommended on Amazon.com, redirect any passive aggressiveness form the grandparents, and invest in some serious Tylenol PM to get you through those rough nights.
Just kidding about the Tylenol PM. We are so proud of our little man, and are learning to keep one step ahead of him when it comes to feeding, sleeping, pooping, and crying. Ok, I admit Laura is a total champ when it comes to taking care of Everett and I'm learning to keep up. She knows him like the back of her hand, and I act like I found a third hand with him sometimes. New phrases are flying around the house. "Grab the bumbo!", "Where did you leave the paci?", "Another Blow-out!!". Yeah life is good and being blessed with parenthood is even better. Thanks for all of your support and prayers...
Keep them coming. It only gets better.
And happier.
And more friendly.
