You know there's something to be said for being a dad. This morning I wake up to my son tapping me on the shoulder, saying "Dada" and holding on to my housecoat. The fact that he has to bypass his mother completely to get to my side of the bed is somehow a complement to me. Unless it just means he knows I'll get up, then it means I'm trained well.
Zack ( sometimes called "the Boy") is just over 2 years old and is one of the best things in my life right now. I enjoy him so much, even though he can be frustrating at times. I try to be a good dad, although the only way to measure it is to see how he develops as a person, and right now is to early to tell.
More on Zack later.