It's getting normal

Those moments when I think to myself, "I'm a Dad? What? No, what? Really?" are coming more and more rarely. I'm really comfortable with the concept now. The frustrating thing is the 8 hours a day I can't be near Jack. When I call home, and Mojo tells me all about the smiles, coos and handstands he does in the morning when he's fully rested, I'm humbled by the strength of jealousy's grip. BUT BABY NEEDS THA' MONIES, SO DADDY'S GOTSTA WORK, YO!

Sometimes, I let him roll about and find his own comfortable perch. I've been told I should cradle his neck better than I am in this picture, but look how comfy he is!

Planet J

Thinking about smiling.

Thought becomes action!

Unflatering.