I’m a father! My son, Dax, is now just a little over 8 weeks old and I have finally found two precious seconds to sit down and get these thoughts out here at the blog. It has been quite a harsh reality check; being blessed with the responsibility for our beautiful baby’s life. I can’t say I mind taking care of little Dax at all. I have no problem changing his diaper, feeding him or getting up at night with him; I like making him comfortable. That’s the name of the game anyway: keep him comfortable and in doing so; healthy. But the reality check that I’m talking about, and which I wasn’t totally prepared for, was the sudden stoppage of all extracurricular activities. This all gets put on the back burner. And that’s fine, Dax is and should be the center of my focus, but let me just say this: I miss camping, wheeling the jeep, and am watching this hunting season already start to slip right by. - Toodaloo! It’s OK though. I’d much rather take care of my son and for now I’m content just imagining our future adventures in the wild when he’s old enough to come along with Daddy.
Dax, just a couple days old, at the Nockamixon Spillway.