Congratulations, Daddy

     3 months ago, a batch of cookies changed my life. They weren't the world's most delicious cookies.  I mean, I don't want to mislead you, they tasted just fine, but the quality of the cookies isn't really the point.  The cookies were great, can we move on?!

     Taste levels aside, there was something very special about these cookies.  These cookies bore a message.  The message was "Congratulations, Daddy".  The next few seconds stretched out for what seemed like hours.  I stared at the cookies, those last five letters jumping out at me.  "Daddy".  Me.  Daddy.  Papa.  Pops.  Father.  The Old Man.  The Big Kahuna. Big Poppa.  Padre.  The Dread Pirate Roberts.  The responsibility that comes with those titles is a bit daunting.

    I've always known I would be a dad one day.  Since I was a kid it was just something that I knew.  The sky was blue, the Green Ranger was the coolest and someday I was going to be a dad.  When my lovely wife and I would talk about the future, it always included kids.  Even still, reading those words was a massive moment.  What kind of dad would I be? Cool?  Fun?  Stern?  Protective?  And even more importantly, what kind of kid would they be?  Would they be nerdy?  Would they be a jock?  Would they be funny and outgoing?  Serious and introspective?  Or some combination therein?  I suppose that's where the answer to all these questions lie. But how does one contemplate these issues in the 21st Century?

You start a freakin blog.

     So here goes.  I'll be checking in from time to time, sharing stories about what it's like to be an expectant dad.  I'll tell you silly or embarassing things that my lovely, pregnant wife does or says ("I can't snuggle because I've got too much blood!!!") Someimes I'll solicit  advice from any of you grizzled old veterans.   So there's our mission statement.  Let Project Ferris V 2.0 begin!

Dad element of excitement for the day:  Themed Halloween Costumes.  I'm thinking either Chewbacca with C-3PO or Luke and Yoda.