Well, they did it. Mom and Dad went and had a baby, and now I can safely say that I have the coolest kid-brother in the world. Tipping the scales at nine pounds three ounces, Samuel Corrigan Conrad was born on Halloween night. How's that for spooky, scary and totally awesome all at the same time? I'm planning his birthday parties already.Truth: Albeit cool to have Sam for a brother, I'm not quite sure what to make of this mini-me that looks and cries but doesn't talk. He throws up at least once every time he eats, never can decide if he really wants his nook, and his scream can be heard at least three houses down. I'll have to remember to ask Mom if I was ever that loud.
Speaking of Mom, she's home from work full time now. How sweet it is! While I'm proud to say that nothing about my behavior has really changed due to our family's new arrival, it's sure swell to be able to crawl onto Mom's lap in the middle of the day and listen to her read a few of my cardboard books.
And Dad ... well, Dad hasn't missed a beat. Thrilled at the good fortune of two healthy boys, and tickled about the mere fact that his favorite drinking buddy is back on the scene (yes, that's Mom), Dad's loving life. He's one of the most laid-back, take-it-as-it-comes parenting naturals I know (or, have heard about anyway). His demeanor, and his humor, his ability to change the lyrics of every nursery rhyme, and his big bear hugs are what makes this household go, and for that Mom, Sam and I give ceaseless thanks.
Until next time,
Ken
