Conor the Lion Heart - Conor the Party Animal

Day 52:

So here we are, seven weeks in, you're better than 6 lbs., and let me tell you, Mommy and me aren't afraid to put you in your car seat and go for a drive, grab some dinner, and show you off to your adoring public. I mean, who doesn't like a cute little baby? But you're different I think... You're the Lion Heart, after all. I think people have the opportunity to look at a baby and simply say "congratulations!" and maybe make a bit of small talk around the child, the parents and whether or not this is a first child, the child's name, etc. Everybody's happy. The onlooker, the parents, maybe even the baby, I don't know...

Then there are those who would look upon the baby's face and immediately note how absolutely adorable the child is... I mention this because I believe the general public, as a rule of thumb, will either absolutely gush - because quite frankly you're worth gushing over - or they'll say nothing at all... In your case, they gush... They ALL gush. This tells me it's not just my overwhelming pride and bias as to how handsome a boy you are... Validation is not something I've always needed... Though when it comes to my Son, I'll take it!

After a margarita and some fajitas at a local Mexican joint called "Uncle Julios's", I dropped you and Mommy off at the house, threw on my jacket and vest, and went out to meet the guys. To be sure, riding a motorcycle in February anywhere North of South Carolina can be tricky. It gets cold, FAST. When I left the house at 7:00pm it was about 52 degrees... When I left the saloon I'd met the guys at it was MAYBE 32 degrees. Let me tell you, 32 degrees at 65 mph feels a little like a searing hot knife is being held against your skin wherever it may be exposed to the wind. Not to mention I was wearing only jeans with no leathers or long underwear. So by the time I got home, I couldn't feel my legs and small parts of my face felt like they were on fire! Still, in my opinion a cold day on a bike beats a warm day in a car... Any day of the week...

Now it's off to sleep, Boy'O... And tomorrow it's off to church!

I love you, Conor.
-Dad