Had you told me that I would be the protagonist in that little story a year ago, I would have called you crazy. Who in their right mind would volunteer themselves for such lunacy? I was career-driven, determined to make it in Austin as an up and coming chef, a path in which babies are not often included. I always knew that I wanted kids someday, but "someday" always felt like 5 years from now. In all honestly, I still have trouble believing that this is my life now. Fatherhood, as it turns out, is as surreal an experience as one is capable of having.
Babies are strange. They’re basically tiny drunk people, but in the worst kind of way- belligerent, needy, vomit-y, and with the coordination of a potato. Watching my son struggle with learning how his arms and legs work makes me very glad that we don’t remember being babies. It has to be awful, waking up in new places all the time, but lacking any sense of object permanence. Everything is completely new, every minute of every day. It’s really nifty to watch, but boy, is it exhausting to manage.
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