While we are on the subject I would like to say that cooing is a bad term for the noise that babies make. I think pigeons coo not people and I don't want my child being described in the same way as those filthy rats with wings. But alas I am just one man and I could never change baby culture so cooing it will be.
My proudest moment of the weekend came when my wife got out of the shower Sunday morning. She looked over to the dining room table. There I sat with Braden on my lap. Both of us were intently looking over the racing form trying to pick winners for my day at the horse races. I think I should get father of the year for that. The wife just shook her head. It turns out on that day it would have been better if I just let Braden pick the horses himself.
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