So I am an uncle

I wrote a couple of these posts many moons ago, when the reality of this seemed so far off.  In mid April, my sister released a 10lb 3oz monster into the world.  On July 1st, I finally got to meet him for the first time.  This is Noah.  He's a baby that likes to do baby stuff.  Eat, sleep, poop, spit up, attempt to roll over.  His developing brain still doesn't understand its place in the world, but that's okay, neither does mine.  Eventually, he'll graduate from spitting up on the carpet to tying his shoes.  He'll play golf, cause adolescent trouble, go to college, and have a crush on a girl.  He'll see things we'll never see.  Some day he'll be an old man -- eating, sleeping, pooping, spitting up, attempting to roll over.

Welcome to the world, Noah.