Big Boys Dream Big

Day 48:

Well Conor, your pediatrician couldn't be happier with your growth. 18 1/4 inches and 5 lbs, 13 oz. In essence you're gaining an ounce a day! That's pretty significant considering your humble little beginnings...

So with that, the rules are changing, Son. Time to get better use out of your nursery... As it stands you've been spending your nights in Mommy and Daddy's room in your cradle at the foot of the bed. Though now that you're pushing weight and have finally reached your full gestational age (Thursday, 02/02/12), we're taking the bold step to move you to sleeping in your crib at night per the recommendation of Dr. Banta. Following the appointment I finally set up the ever impressive baby monitor. (I'm pretty sure the design and optics for this thing came out of Lockheed-Martin. WiFi, Night vision, high resolution camera with super sensitive noise sensors. The thing even tells you the temperature of the room AND it'll play lullabies! Our men and women in theater should be so lucky to have such advanced gear- but I digress...) With such fabulous, easy to use technology, we got you covered from just about anywhere!

After mounting the Super-Duper-Nanny-Cam I was off to work through some other pressing matters - namely replacing the battery in my Harley-Davidson. Or should I say YOUR Harley-Davidson? The fact is she'll one day be yours, Son. Not to get off topic again, but once you've logged at least 15,000 miles on a bike with 10,000 of those miles off my wing, Willamena (that's her name) will be yours. And if you want to, we will ride, ride, ride, Son... Anyhow, back to swapping out Willamena's battery- So I got the new battery, popped it in, checked all the fuses, looked at the tire pressures, and fired the machine to insure a smooth start. For tomorrow it will be 65 degrees and sunny, and Daddy has a date with the wind... Gotta take advantage of a day in late January with that kind of weather, Conor... It's the little things in this life. You'll see.

What's that? Do I hear you fussing? Ready for a bottle? Coming right up! The Lion Heart got some more growing to do and it's my job to make it happen... I got you covered, Son.

Love you, Boy.
-Dad