I'm having so much fun with Jack. I can't say it any plainer than that. The boy has totally taken over my life and made me really tired generally, but it's in such a good way. I go through every day when I'm at work thinking about how excited I am to see him when I get home, and that excitement builds to a fever pitch when I'm a couple minutes from pulling in to the driveway. It's such a cool feeling because I know that - if he's awake - he will give me the biggest smile when I yell out to greet him.

It's amazing how he's grown into himself too. I often spend a good 5 or 10 minutes changing his diaper so I can just play around and stare at him (in alternating periods of course). Watching him develop his dexterity is so cool, knowing that a couple months ago he could do little more with his hands than flail them around wildly. Now he does things like grab at my face and pull on my nose, and puts his pacifier in his mouth when he can reach it. And the laugh.... man, I don't even know how to describe it. When he is genuinely happy, which is frequent, he giggles like a pro. I always try to get him giggling when he's in a playful mood by grabbing him and swinging him down towards the ground and kissing his cheeks, which he seems to love. Or I just throw him above me and hope for the best. No, I don't just drop him, why would you even think that.

Anyway, lots of stuff is happening right now at work and in all these other areas of my life, but nothing comes close to being as important as Jack and Nikki. I've always had a good life, but what I have now is more than that. It's spectacular.