That's my boy!

He's the big one on the end that has shoved the others over. He's in the 99th percentile in height and weight, he can kick others babies' butts!
I figured fatherhood would change me: I would mature and discover new emotional complexities in my own character, maybe even gain a more meaningful view of my place in the human race. Yes, perhaps that happened, but so far the most profound revelation since donning the Dad hat has been a developing instinct to brag about my kid and engage in "little league father" type behavior.

Look how big he is! Look, he can stick his hand in his mouth!

I must have some deep down need to convince myself that evolution is going on here. Or maybe there's an urge toward vicarious living... I've stated here before that I expect him to be a top notch Astronaut, a concert pianist, award winning journalist and two term Mayor of New York. Right now though, I'm really proud of how big he is.