This morning, I had a particularly astute observation. I did my normal thing, up at 5:00, walk the dogs, feed the dogs, workout, shower, dress for work. As I was getting dressed for work, Duffy mentioned that Coltrane hadn’t pooped the previous day — now, he’s been sniffly, sleeping a lot, and not eating as much as normal — all things leading to the fact that he was likely fighting off a cold, and the lack of poop wasn’t particularly worrisome.
So, I go to work, and get a text from Duffy as I’m in the middle of a meeting — big poopie diaper. I realized that I had actually graduated to “father” when these were not the first thoughts that went through my head:
- I’m glad I didn’t have to change that one
My first thought was “what did it look like – is he exhibiting signs of illness?”. And, then I realized that I’m actually thinking like a father, & not just a guy who suddenly has a kid in his life.