It finally happened.
Baby Bookfraud was born over the weekend, a healthy, happy baby boy weighing 8 1/2 pounds and posessing some extremely strong lungs. Wife and I are overjoyed.
If he has made me a better person, appreciate the world in ways I thought not possible, or take note of shortcomings, I can’t say for sure, because I’ve slept about 6 hours in the past four days. That bugger sure can cry.
He also has this weird, magical talent of being able to go sleep, and, just as Mom and Dad are in bed, starting once again to wail at about 129 decibels. It’s never a second before I conk out, not a second after, but always just at that precise moment when I retreat to the land of nod. Baby is so talented. I’m so proud.
He also has some other amazing talents, including the ability to poop in amounts so voluminous that it could be used to paint a fresco on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Just thinking about it gets me choked up.
Because of the overwhemling emotional nature of the event, I feel that I am going to do a Bookfraud first: I am going to post a picture of myself, Wife, and Baby, because I want to share with the world, with strangers even, the amazing joy that I feel beating in my heart.
Here we are:
Please, don’t ask for pictures unless you’re willing to pay. Don’t worry, it all goes to charity.
here’s to your sleepless nights and poop-filled days. congratulations! (no, seriously. glad everyone’s healthy.)
here’s to your sleepless nights and poop-filled days. congratulations! (no, seriously. glad everyone’s healthy.)
here’s to your sleepless nights and poop-filled days. congratulations! (no, seriously. glad everyone’s healthy.)
Congratulations, Bookfraud.
I had no idea you were really Brad Pitt. ;o)
Yay Bookfraud and Mrs. Bookfraud! Congratulations to you and may baby Bookfraud be happy, wonderful, and stop crying for at least an hour a day.
Congrtulations, when removing the diaper don’t forget to duck or you’ll get an eye full. (Of pee that is)
congrats to u an da missus. now, i’v got some equine tranquillizer dat could be self-administered or given to an unsuspecting other…
Many CONGRATS! Is he reading Tolstoy yet?
Hey Fraudster,
Congrats from me (I know the Missus sent her own). Fatherhood becomes you as I have never seen you look so good.
Hooray! BabyFraud is here! I’m glad you’re managing to survive.
Congratulations to you and Ladyfraud for popping out a Babyfraud.
Congratulations to you and Ladyfraud for popping out a Babyfraud.
Congratulations to you and Ladyfraud for popping out a Babyfraud.
Name your price. Must have photos.
Many, many congrats!
mr. cheraldo: thank you for the kind words. but i think i looked better pre-baby, with the extra sleep and all.
madame d: grazie. we’re surving, barely. i mean, ateihdsfk,dfiakhoihio ndgdafnoisadffnsdakfasdknaskklfsdankl;n fadqsnf woiwevrih ef.
collin kelley: thank you, too. but there’s no ladyfraud in my house. it’s bookfrau.
fringes: my baby pictures aren’t for sale, nor is my integrity. only if the price is high enough.
glitz: thanks. everybody is so excited about the little guy — more than we are, sometimes. then again, they don’t change the diapers at 2 am.
to everybody: i’m truly touched by all the kind words here. having a child is a pretty durn amazing thing, and that people are giving me congrats makes it all the better.
now, to specifics…
ciw: your toast is well put; we have been blessed with sleepless nights and poop-filled days. it’s amazing how much of both we’ve had.
michele: thank you — he stops crying now for several hours a day, when i go to work.
quinn: and thank you. who’s brad pitt?
double b: don’t worry, i’ve already gotten the eyeful. the little bugger can really do an arc de triomphe of urine.
bakanal: thanks for the offer of tranquilizers. but i’m too exauhsted to come get them.
neil: we’ve got him reading tolstoy in russian, but the slacker hasn’t gotten to dostoyevsky yet.
mr. cheraldo: thank you for the kind words. but i think i looked better pre-baby, with the extra sleep and all.
madame d: grazie. we’re surving, barely. i mean, ateihdsfk,dfiakhoihio ndgdafnoisadffnsdakfasdknaskklfsdankl;n fadqsnf woiwevrih ef.
collin kelley: thank you, too. but there’s no ladyfraud in my house. it’s bookfrau.
fringes: my baby pictures aren’t for sale, nor is my integrity. only if the price is high enough.
glitz: thanks. everybody is so excited about the little guy — more than we are, sometimes. then again, they don’t change the diapers at 2 am.
mr. cheraldo: thank you for the kind words. but i think i looked better pre-baby, with the extra sleep and all.
madame d: grazie. we’re surving, barely. i mean, ateihdsfk,dfiakhoihio ndgdafnoisadffnsdakfasdknaskklfsdankl;n fadqsnf woiwevrih ef.
collin kelley: thank you, too. but there’s no ladyfraud in my house. it’s bookfrau.
fringes: my baby pictures aren’t for sale, nor is my integrity. only if the price is high enough.
glitz: thanks. everybody is so excited about the little guy — more than we are, sometimes. then again, they don’t change the diapers at 2 am.