Mike's Marathon Blog

My cousin finally had her baby! Connor James O’Donnell, 8lbs 11oz. He was born shortly after midnight on Wednesday, the 6th. The little guy just did not want to come out! I don’t blame him. He was just eating, drinking and hanging out all day for the past 9 months. Sounds amazing! Now that he’s in the real world, he’s going to have to get a job soon, pay taxes, shovel snow…….it sucks out here man, sorry.

I visited the new member of the fam yesterday afternoon. I even went to Baby Gap before and picked out something for the little tike. Jack was with me. I didn’t go into the Baby Gap alone. I’m not a Level 5 child predator. I felt uncomfortable in there even with Jacky. There’s pictures of babies and kids everywhere and there’s kids music playing in the background. It must be strange to work there. I picked out an awesome little onesie thing that says ‘Handsome Devil’ on the front. I asked if they had one in my size, but they didn’t. I don’t really understand all the hats with ears. Every hat/hood in the store had ears! Do you want your kid to look like an animal? I don’t get it.

An hour later, I was holding my first baby! 27 years, 7 months. That has to be some kind of record. The baby was awesome. He’s a big guy! Huge feet! He was so alert and looking around the entire time. He already had way more hair than I do, which isn’t saying much. My cousin looked great too. She looked like she just went to the mall or something. Not like someone who just had a human being ripped from inside of her the day before.

I was very excited for them. It truly is one of the happiest moments in someone’s life. It’s much different than what you see on TV or in the movies. Everyone in the room was genuinely happy. You don’t see that everyday. And as happy as I was to have a little nephew, I was absolutely ecstatic when they asked me to be Connor’s godfather! I couldn’t believe it! I was so surprised, I didn’t even know what to say. I think I was more excited to have a godson than they were to have a son!

I have been Googling all morning my godfather responsibilities. Apparently I have to rub olive oil on him and spit on him during his baptism. My dad spit on the poor kid yesterday…..when I was holding him! Crazy Greeks. I have to buy him a new pair of shoes every Greek Easter too. I can do that. Maybe some little running shoes?