I remember watching my son sleep when he was a newborn. Those moments were precious and often happened only in the afternoon in the early days of my fatherhood. Those sleepless nights were full of frustration, exhaustion and time that seemed to slow to a crawl. In a way and for some odd reason I miss it a little.
Everything was happening in slow motion. All the sounds around us were muffled. The water coming out of the faucet. My son's body twitching and then going limp. His clenched jaw and me splashing that cold water on his body. I kept saying "I love you son, breath. Breath. Please breath!"
This is Mr. Dude's second Christmas and he's still learning about Christmas trees. He only sees all sorts of interesting things to play with and take apart.
When I was growing up Halloween was something my parents didn't celebrate and I feel like I missed out. I want my son to experience the fun it can bring.
