I have been a father for one week.
It seems like longer. Seems like I've been doing it all my life. Holding him is one of the great joys of my life. He opened his eyes within the first hour, really opened his eyes and took in the world. I'm amazed at how alert he is already.
We are in the middle of a little experiment. Since Angie is on maternity leave and her mother is here to help out, I went right back to work this week. We thought it would be helpful for me to know what she's going to go through when she goes back to work and I stay at home with him. My boss told me it was quite enlightened of us.
Something odd happened this morning on the way to work. As I walked to work today I realized how much I enjoy mornings in New York. I stopped and grabbed a coffee, walking with the early morning work crowd on this crisp sun soaked spring morning and wondered how my days would soon change. No more solo walks through midtown, skyscrapers towering over me. Soon it will be me and a little one, bottle feedings, into the stroller and maybe heading to a cafe to write while he sleeps in his carrier. All very suburban in our little enclave in Queens. It's going to be a big change. This little role reversal will make me appreciate these mornings but having had them, I can't wait to start spending my mornings with my little man.