Wow, they say that having a baby changes you, but you can't really explain it until it happens to you. Eight days ago I was a reasonable, reasonably intelligent human being. Now I find it entirely normal to discuss dirty diapers around the dinner table with my closest friends and family. The color of Caedmon's piss has become a topic of some moment between my wife and I. We measure each ounce of liquid this little guy consumes, and count up how often he wets or dirties another diaper. We get up multiple times in the middle of the night to help him do more of this.
Damn good thing he's cute.