two.

Superman turns 2 on Saturday, two!!

What the hell just happened? Seems like I just got done freaking out over being a father, now I find myself almost tearing up because it is going by so fast.

Is this one of the "mellowing" effects of fatherhood I'm experiencing? It is true that I am uncharacteristically nonchalant these days (as evidenced by the lack of speeding tickets and shaking fists). Suppose he starts to potty train in the next few months. If we weren't planning on having another baby (in production now, btw) that means I would be done changing diapers by christmas.

My brain boggles just thinking about that fact. The first thing that comes to mind?

Everyone complaining about diaper changing, all you "just wait until you have to do it" or "you'll see" people are serious wimps.

I took the worst of the diapers due to our friend "morning sickness" making an encore so I know diapers. It wasn't that bad. Did you people not share a house with 1000 other students in college? Now that was bad. Smelly? Gross? Show up at the bar and help me close it after St. Patricks day, you'll never drink again.

Back to more important matters. What to get him. Stay tuned.