"I Now Have A New Best Friend"

              So I hit a bit of writer's block a month or so ago and wasn't sure what to write next.  This blog was dedicated to my journey to becoming a father, but now the baby is here and now what.  Do i talk about the first month where he moved his finger on occasion and pooped and peed and that's about it?  Do I talk about the insane paranoia that encompasses you once you become a father?  Do I talk about how his mother apparently can function on zero sleep per night ?  I could do that.  But I'd rather dive in to the day your son or daughter (i guess) comes into your world and he becomes your new best friend.

Alexander James was born on May 3rd 2013 in the early morning. I think it was 5 something but i really don't remember. I think that's a mother's job to know. That fact would be more important if I was one of those obnoxious parents that celebrate the time their baby is born. I will not be one of those obnoxious parents. HOWEVER, I am an obnoxious parent. We all are but I would say I'm definitely one those dads that's so gushingly proud of his kid, that it's rather nauseating to those parents that do not love their kids as much i.e dads that somehow can manage to not be a part of their kid's lives. I like to call those people "scum of the earth" . There's a special home in dirtbagville for them. The only silver lining is it just brings more attention to how amazing those single mothers are out there.


Sorry for going off on a tangent, but let me digress.  I said before my son was born.... "it's dumb to say how many weeks and months a baby is... I'm calling him 0 until he's 1".  Everyone laughed but i was serious.  Am I 1768 weeks old as a 33 year old? (PS i did that in my head).  No I'm 33 years old. So I'm not doing what others do.  Fast forward to May 10th.. and I'll be damned if i wasn't posting some gushy crap about my son turning one week old. Facebook has become the world of drunken comments and baby pictures. There is literally no in between. i Mean you get your occasional Lebron Argument or Red Sox/yankees diatribe.  But basically Facebook is a battle of parents showing who has the cutest kids.  Boy did that sound obnoxious before May 3rd. Now it's "look how big Aspen is getting... it's so cute when she makes that face " .  Your world changes when you have a child, and my life changed for the much much better.


Now to at least show my loyal readers who literally refreshed their Facebooks every 5 seconds for the last 6 weeks for my next article, I'm not just an emotional softy. I do still have a bad boy edge.  I still have that "swagger" to me as the kids say.  My son doesn't define me. I'm still a young happening hip dude that's got it goin on. I proved that just the other day.  I was making sure he had enough diapers in his diaper bag and that he had his Paccies in there.  Once it was closed up, I threw it over my shoulder like a louis vuton purse and headed out to the car, car seat and baby in tow. Once i got in, and got him tucked in and turned on his music mirror to keep him busy, i did what any "gangsta" does.  I reclined my seat... turned on the Disney station and turned up the Bass. Real Talk my friends. Real Talk.   Tune in next week for my most controversial blog yet:
                                          "I Think My Two Month Old Son Might Be Gay".