The Incredible Shrinking Man!

I forgot to share with my father the news I really wanted him to know on Saturday. After making it a point to limit my intake of carbinated beverages among other things, there is now 10 less pounds of me to love! I may not reach my goal set for when "Peanut" arrives, but with the motivation my dad has worked in me, it may not be too far off.

One time is fine....but TWICE!?!?! That's just freaky.

So, this fatherhood thing must really be getting in my head. I mean, not just my thoughts, but my deep subconscious, the place that no one will ever be able to see unless they created me or took a $13.95 a month hypnosis course. About a month ago I had a dream...no not the Martin Luther King, Jr. kind, although this did involve my child. In my dream Erin had "Peanut". Being the good husband and father I am, I was at the driving range the whole time. As I met my child for the first time, I cringed (maybe for real, but definitely in my dream) as I took hold of the MOST HIDEOUS CHILD I HAD EVER SEEN! I mean, everyone thinks their kid is cute, but you wouldn't have heard that argument from me. Waking up from the cold sweat, I realized the reality of such tragedy was not to be. Then two nights ago, a similar dream. This time I was there for the birth (whew!) and "Peanut" seemed normal. That's when I "realized" that I had not called my parents for 4 days about the news. As I picked my newborn up to call the grandparents (like "Peanut" was going to say "HEY GUYS! I'M HERE!") imagine my surprise when I picked up what can only be described as the love child of Oscar the Grouch and Groucho Marx. Needless to say, I may not sleep until June 14.