It Came from Inner Space...!

I don't even know where to begin. I guess I'll start by saying it's a damn good thing I started this blog when I did because last Friday, we had one.

Well, actually he came last Saturday morning on the 37th anniversary of Elvis' death.

Let me introduce you. His name is Graham, and he's seven pounds, one ounce.  He's 19.5 inches long and he's a good-looking kid.

Some day this week (I'm not really sure which one because days mean nothing to me anymore), as I was going through the laundry, I noticed a sharp change in strata that reminded me of the K-T boundary denoting dinosaur reign and the world after. Above, a plethora of onesies and blankets mixed with T-shirts and sweatshorts. Below, work attire. The former life of two working childless people. 

Something definitely happened, although I'm not sure how to put it into words. Life is just different. Like, after the meteor or living on a street in London where the Germans missed your house for some reason. You're still alive. Your house is still there. But life is different in the broken glass and cracked plaster. It won't ever be the same. You're building anew from the old.

I'm rambling because I'm exhausted. I thought yesterday was Tuesday, and I can't remember how to finish out a thought. Like, I'll be talking and all the words slide out of my head. I just stare at the person I was talking with in the hopes that they can throw me a rope and pull me back into the moment. But they're not up in my head to follow the intricate pattern of ideas that somehow come together in my final edited speech, so they're just as lost as I am.

I'll wrap this up with a few things I've noticed.

Diaper changes. I know they're going to....evolve, but not as bad as I thought.

Outside time. Great place to get him to drift off.

Daytime Television. What a cesspool of entertainment.

Grownup sleep. Distant memories of that.

My wife. I think she surprised herself with how strong she really is.

More later.