Another awesome thing about a baby - you’re up early enough to hit non-busy brunch. 

But not so early that you can’t enjoy beer with breakfast. I mean, they call it kegs-n-eggs. Who am I to argue with rhyming. Or beer with breakfast.

There’s certainly no argument about who Maxine favors. People often try to search / offer obscure bits of her that look like me. I honestly don’t mind. There’s no issue of maternity. I do in fact know that she’s mine. I just hold out hope that she gets my winning personality. And teeth. (Straight without braces. Money in the bank.)