Im sitting in here with Conor at my feet at 8am on a Sunday morning. You see, Valerie and I have a daily ritual; she gets up in the middle of the night for his feeding and at the first crack of light, it’s my turn to get up because he’s not going back to bed and she gets the last attempt at sleep before the day grabs us by the hair and pulls us around for the next 11 hours making us do this and that. I’ve already fed him, changed his diaper, sang him songs and made bodily functional noises for which his mother rolls her eyes as I teach him the humor of the male species.. Now he’s only got 10 hours and 52 minutes left until he goes back to bed for the night. It’s not easy to keep a 4 month old entertained.