I'm Half the Man I Used to Be

I can be, at times, an emotional guy. If there's a seeing eye dog leading a blind person down the street, I'll likely start to well up. It's a mixture of me being sensitive and a little bit nutty.

With the upcoming (one month until due date!) arrival of Barnabas, I think that those tear ducts are going to get a workout. I've promised Kristen, however, that I will try to limit the number of times I get weepy. Those times are as follows:

1. His birth. This may be the one with the most water works. I'm not saying I'm going to be crying so hard that I'll lose consciousness or anything, but I'm sure I'll be wiping my face with the nearest baby blanket.

2. The first time I kiss his toes. Have you seen a baby's toes? I mean, have you ever really seen them? Priceless. That's a weepy moment.

3. The first time he grabs my finger/thumb. Touching moment for even the most hardened man. That's a no brainer.

4. His first smile. What? Are you calling me a wuss!?

5. The first time he hugs me. My God, I'm getting a little weepy right now.

6. "Dad-da." Here. Take some of these. You'll need them.

7. His first crawl. Thankfully, this one will probably be hidden by the video camera stuck in front of my face. When possible, avoid others seeing you cry. It's just not manly.

8. His first comic book reading. I'm thinking Donald Duck. I'll make sure it's a short story. I don't know if I'll be able to hold out past 6 pages.

What? Eight already? I'm barely at 9 months! This is no good, no good at all.

Somebody toughen me up. You have 30 days.