You know, Atenea would never let me get away with it, but I still feel remiss that I didn’t name the kid Godzilla. Impressive! Vaguely religious! Strong! Gender Neutral!

Spent a good half hour impersonating 70s sports broadcaster Howard Cosell interviewing my three day old child about their meteoric rise in Mexican football. Sometimes I threw an impression of Mohammed Ali into the mix, have him and Cosell make fun of each other back and forth. Good times.

We live on the first floor so the garbage truck outside is really loud. To stop it bothering the baby, we’ve taken to cranking the white noise machine. On ocean setting, you can pretend the back up beeping is seagulls!

Cool spiked hair thing this kid has going. What a punk rocker

The love I have for my child is vertiginous and wild. It is the eeriest and strangest sensation I have felt in a life of loving. I am undone. My wife told me last night that she loved our child more than me, and with great relief and joy, I told her the same. We’re going to be okay if we remember that shared value and let it guide us.

This kid is SNOOZING! Do I dare to dream of sneaking away to take a shit?!

This cat is being so good about the baby. He’s being SO GOOD! Always maintaining a respectful and curious distance, just asking for attention when he needs it, generally not causing trouble. We’re so proud of what a good big brother he’s being

Another morning holding this kid. Another golden morning.

Waiting around for my child to wake up as one waits for a king. I know this total awe of them as a being beyond me, a being of the future, can only last so long. But I intend to cherish it

Finding it easier to get things done as a dad than as a private citizen

A lovely walk in the park together this morning

A friend points out that the gig is physically demanding but not particularly intellectually stimulating .