Ten Days In

My boy is ten days old.  I must have aged ten years.  Who knew lack of sleep wielded such power.  I fear bragging will do me in, but I may have stumbled onto a solution.  Thank the heavens for white noise. 

Certainly no one else is parenting Elliot (other than his mum, that is.)  For that I pity you.  He is, without question, the World's Greatest Baby.  Oh sure, everyone thinks their kids are the best, and I don't mean to be one of those dads, but let's face it.  All your kids are pretenders. 

Although, I would be remiss to admit he hasn't actually done much with his life thus far.  He's pretty well coasted on looks alone.  Don't worry.  I've got some chores waiting for him.  In the meantime, feast your eyes on a pretty cute kid.

Elliot's first pose.

Lest you wondered who his mum is, here she is at the same age, making the same face.

Lest you wondered who the dad is, compare our poses.

Swaddled and ready for the big time.

By the way, I delivered him.  Yeah.  Dad rocks too!