I’ve been a Dad for almost five months now, and yet in so many ways it’s hard to really remember what life was like before my daughter was born. I kinda sorta have a feeling of what that was like, but (and remember, I’m now chronically sleep-deprived, so I can only follow a thought for so long) I just lose it like a hazy flashback. I know my wife and I lived like a couple of cool kids in Brooklyn, we had food delivered a lot, and we enjoyed sharing a pint of beer and a cider at our favorite pub on a Sunday afternoon.
Now, well, now we feel pretty successful when we manage to grab a pizza and stay awake past ten o’clock. Nothing’s easy, and yet everything’s so much better. It’s like the day my daughter was born somebody opened up the control panel on our lives and turned the vibrancy and color and emotion from “normal” to “extraordinary.”
I was thinking about all of this today when I checked in with a friend of mine from way back who’s about to join the Daddy club at the end of the year. I thought of a bunch of snarky things to tell him, but then realized I’m just so happy for him. And I realized I’ve got a lot to say about this here Dad life. So instead of trying to work damn this burp cloth ROCKS posts into my news blog, I’ll just go ahead complete the picture: SUV has replaced the 5-speed, massive exhaustion has replaced mild exhaustion, shopping for shirts at Lucky has been replaced by shopping for stuff at Baby Gap. And now–Daddyblogging.
It had to happen.