G-man

I said this blog wouldn't be a complaint about my kid(s), and I have zero complaints about Grayson. His current growth spurt prevents him from sleeping for extended periods of time, often leading to this bundle of cuteness:

But most of the time, I get this...

which makes the first one all that much more worth it. Being a dad for two months already has its challenges, from the concern that there is nothing I can do for him when all he wants to do is kick and scream, to the thoughts that I don't get to spend as much time with him as I would like.
I know these will change into much more pressing worries about how I'm going to mess him up, who he is hanging out with and why he doesn't want to do his homework.
For now, I will enjoy the crying because it means he needs me and his mother because that will disappear for about 12 years only to come back when he is in his early 20s.
I will enjoy the raised eyebrows and mischievous looks while he can't even walk because, really, how much trouble can he get in while he's wearing pants with ducks on the feet or a football on the butt?
I will enjoy the days when he wakes up earlier than I'd like to because I get to see his smile and help him wiggle around his little legs and arms.
I will see each diaper change as a chance to serve him because he can't do it himself, and my wife, who changes him all day long while I'm at work.
I will put his pacifier back in his mouth even when I know he is going to spit it out in three seconds because he hasn't figured out that it makes him happy just to keep sucking on it. 
I will kiss him and tell him I love him as the first thing I do when I go into his room in the morning and the last thing I do when I put him in his bed at night.
I will pray for him and with him every day.
I will hold him when he cries and hug him when he laughs.
I will love him every day, all the time, because he is my son and I am his dad.