look ma, one handed blogging!

There once was a baby who slept and slept and only woke to feed or just barely notice the world. This baby was 33 hours old, but about four of those hours before, the world must have become more interesting to see because this baby began to coo and gurgle a melodie of notes and sounds in response to any and every thing which he took in with open eyes for long periods of time. This consequently kept atleast one of his parents eyes open as well, hence the reason why his Father is blogging one handed at 4:21am. For now every minute I am awake with Brighton I get paid about 500 beautiful gurgles, a couple of heart tickling sneezes an hou, and a healthy gratuity of yawns! Like every parent I will grow weary, but for now every moment that this human being nurses on my finger as his mother sleeps is worth more than the entire concept of money, worth more all the time left in my life.