You know, I've had a lot of jobs in my life: boxer, mascot, astronaut, imitation Krusty, baby proofer, trucker, hippy, plough driver, food critic, conceptual artist, grease salesman, carny, mayor, drifter, bodyguard for the mayor, country western manager, garbage commisioner, mountain climber, farmer, inventor, Smithers, Poochie, celebrity assistant, power plant worker, fortune cookie writer, beer baron, Kwik-E-Mart clerk, homophobe, and missionary...and now I'm a Dad.
Ryan Anthony Nitti was born Tuesday, June 2nd at 4:23 AM MST. Relevant dimensions: 20 1/2 inches of length, 6 lbs, 11 ounces of lean muscle, and absolutely beautiful.
Both baby and Mom are doing wonderfully. Lauren is a rock star and proved once again how much tougher she is than me. Ryan is sleeping comfortably after a hearty morning meal. Dad is doing his best to fend off a nervous breakdown.
For those who are curious about this sort of thing, we chose the name Ryan to honor my 19 year old cousin Ryan Meehan, who's been forced to deal with three brain surgeries in three years yet continues to show remarkable toughness and unyielding optimism. Lauren and I hope our son exhibits those same qualities throughout his life.
Life is good.
