Mine are nineteen months apart and that first six weeks nearly killed me. Both in diapers and I'm 37 at the time.
Silas Lincoln Smith was born on August 2nd. He was 9 pounds 8 ounces and 21 inches, which for me and my wife's stocks was a bit of a shocker (i'm 5' 10 and she's 5'2). He's a good looking boy. Came out blonde headed which I think is pretty rare. We both feel like the best thing ever has happened to us. After losing our first one we are both extremely excited and a little bit scared. I'll have to say that carrying him through the hospital and out to the car in his car seat was my proudest moment even though all I did to get to there was to knock my wife up.
Picture it: The year is 2032 and JG is sitting in the living room, showing a bunch of hunting pictures to a prospective beau for his girl. "See this picture? Shot that boar from 100 yards out. Had to carry it out 2 miles on my four wheeler all on my own. In fact, I bet he weighed more than you did! Anyway, nothing for miles and miles out there. Yep. Man could fire a gun and no one would hear it at all. Yep. Lots and lots of room out there, just me and my guns. Yep."
The kid that tries to date your daughter will probably think twice after he sees your gun collection.
Congrats! Wife wants #3 but I am good with the 2 healthy ones we currently have. I probably end up giving in.
