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Finally… pictures from our recent sport fishing trip near Cabo San Lucas. Lots of tasty Dorado (a.k.a. Mahi-mahi) and even a few sailfish! Good times had by all…

They’re coming, they’re coming. Sheesh. Look, there is a reason why nobody sees new parents for the first two or three months: they’re new parents, plain and simple. New parents know this because the baby reminds them every 1.5 to 2 hours each night for nearly three months.

To tell the truth, I wasn’t ready for the seemingly interminable sleepless nights ahead of me. Sure, I knew -in theory- that all would change once the little guy came home, but I was still unprepared. In theory, I knew it would be rough. In theory, I knew it would be a full time job. Blah, blah, blah.

To what shall I liken the experience of being new parents? And to what shall I compare it? It is a train wreck. A military hazing. Apocalyse now (in the actual sense of the greek word - unveiling, revealing, revelation - not some ‘end of the world’ sense, though it feels that way sometimes). And the revelation is this: Suddenly the first are last and the last are first: We’re last and Aidan’s first.

Some people say that you should get a dog before you have a child, that somehow having a dog is comparable to having a little person. This idea is crap. The two are nothing alike. If the dog whines, you can shut it up in the garage and forget about it. If the dog pisses on your carpet, you can rub her nose in it. If the dog jumps on your guest, you can always use any number of device to curb the behaviour - choke chains, for example. Except for the dog-nutters that all seem to live in West Point Grey, all these are perfectly acceptable.

Not so with very small babies. Different story. Different ballgame. Pets are pets are pets are pets and if your pet gets hit by a car… well… another $60 can always get you another little Ginger down at the pound. Don’t get me wrong - dead pets suck. But to actually take seriously the notion that having a pet is good practice for having children would mean that child protective services would be at your door in no time. Little persons are infinitely more special than your stupid dog.

Anyhoo. Pictures soon, I hope. Things are getting back to a sense of normalcy. We’re sleeping longer hours (4 hours at a time - pure gold). And we’re planning to move from Big Bear to Santa Maria soon. But more on that later. Gotta get some Aidan pictures on this here website in the meantime…