That’s my baby boy (and yes, his first kiss, Sydney)…wow, a year flies by. I’ll be honest, I thought I was ready for this. I had already gone through it once with my now 17 year old, I could do it again. I think what I may have forgotten in that equation was that I was 17 years younger then. He most certainly keeps me on my toes.

To say it was a difficult first month would be silly, it was hell. He cried for days and there was nothing we could do. Here we were, given a precious gift and we couldn’t comfort him. But today he’s a happy little boy, full of laughter and smiles. So now sit back as you get to know Parker:

His favorite character is Elmo. He waves to him even if it’s on an Ebay listing for his tickle me Elmo.
Second favorite is Curious George.
His girlfriend is Sydney, though I think she might think she’s actually his mother.
He loves praise and worship. It was the only thing that would quiet him in his tough days. I think that’ll stick.
His first word Oh Oh, followed by…Daddy.
He loves dogs. Hates cats. (that’s my boy)
He will smile at you, and scowl…we don’t know why he scowls, but it’s kinda cute.
He loves to eat, I’m pretty sure he came close to eating a whole pizza.
He’s also a big sleeper, thank you Jesus.
and last, but not least:

He has a terrific mommy. It’s not fair really. He always wants his daddy, his daddy gets all the giggles, he said daddy first…and yet she’s always there, first up in the morning, feeds him, cares for him…she doesn’t miss a beat. Parker, Ty and I are all blessed to have her in our lives. Thanks babe.

And now to prove just how crazy I am and to answer the question you may be wondering…yes, it was planned. Hey, some guys go through a midlife crisis…me? I just rebooted.

PS. My wife has never looked more beautiful.