Will will turn 7 weeks this Saturday, which amazes me that nearly 2 months has blown by already! As a matter of fact, I would go so far as to say that these past 7 weeks have been a sort of blur. A bleary-eyed, stumbling blur focused at varying intervals by a smile, a gurgle, or a stinky poo (let me tell you – nothing clears the cobwebs from the melon like a stinky poo). And then there’s the sleep. Ahhhh, the sleep.

This whole “having a baby thing” wasn’t so bad the first two weeks, which coincidentally were two weeks that I didn’t work and wasn’t bound by time. My time was defined by a cry or a grunt (and that was just from me!), not by a mandate that I had to actually be someplace. Then that all ended and I suddenly felt like a squishy ball in a pinball machine, getting bounced from bumper to bumper as I rolled my way through the day…. only to finally drop out of the bottom at the end, get a little rest, and then sent back out again.

Don’t misunderstand – I love being a dad and a husband and it really isn’t that bad, it is just a change in routine from that which I was used to. And each weekday has its bright spots that often send the pinball machine into TILT – seeing Jess and Will at lunch; bathing Will each night and snuggling a bit afterward; lying next to Jess, reading, and talking about our days. Those are the everydays that make just a handful of hours of sleep tolerable, a tense moment not so tense, and bleary vision crystal clear.