Yeah, that is me. Well, sans the mormon missionary shirt. I have no idea what I am doing with this kid, but at least I am advancing in the physical aspects of the job. I just changed a diaper in the dark. Couldn't see a thing. I'm going to continue in my self-congradulatory state until I wake up tomorrow to find that I have diapered Jack's head.
Not that it would be a bad thing. This kid drools more than a basset hound. I know. I've lived with a basset hound. Jack is the cause of and the answer to all of our drought problems.
The problem with experience being the best teacher is that you have to screw up at least once to learn how not to do things. Jack, I apologize in advance.
