Rock My World

A friend of mine had a little girl at the end of May. When I informed her of Dominick's birth, she told me to be prepared. He would simply rock my world. I knew without a doubt, I would love the little bugger. But rock my world? That was a bit of an overstatement, wasn't it?

So now he is here. He cries on occasion, he sleeps the majority of the day, he pees constantly, he projectile poops while I change his diaper, he has given my nipples a lifetime of beatings in only 15 days, and he doesn't know any tricks.

Yet, my friend was 100% correct. He rocks my world!