It's The Beginning Of The Great Adventure

In an effort to make things easier for my family and 

friends who want the latest news on our brand new son, I've decided to set up a blog and give it a try.  KG is in bed right now and the little one is too, so I've got a minute - but only one - to officially launch this cybership.

All is well.  Myself, KG and the baby are getting used to this new life of ours.  HG came into the world only a few days ago and came home with the two of us on Thursday so there's a myriad of things for the three of us to learn.  The nights are long and bleary-eyed.  Every day something becomes easy that only the day before seemed insurmountable.  So far, so great.

My family's been spectacular.  Over the last couple of days they've pretty much flooded us with love and support.  KG's mom was here too, and I like her more than ever.  I can't really express how lucky I feel for the people we have around us.  The house was absolutely packed with visitors today - ranging in age from less than 2 years old to over 80.  After less than 3 hours of sleep the night before, I definitely made for one lame-ass host, but no one really gave me grief.  The refrigerator is full of food we didn't cook, our place is full of absolute necessities we didn't buy (MAJOR hat tip to Lo-Lo and John - though pretty much everyone's been incredibly generous), and the little guy is getting showered with love for nothing but having made his appearance.

My Mom's a marvel.  I've always known, of course, that she had a special touch with kids, but to see her working her magic on my own child makes my heart ache.  She must feel like some world-class tennis pro at a middle-school match when she observes us finding our parenting feet.  There is no situation - no crying jag, no diaper issue, virtually no baby trick - she isn't a master of.  I'm going to have to start calling her "The Baby Whisperer."

Well, the night is long and I've got work to do.  As Lou Reed's wife says, "It's the beginning of the Great Adventure."