On Fatherhood

After ten days of poos, pees and endless feeding sessions I’m happy to report that all is indeed well on the home front after welcoming a new little boy into the world on March 4. Sure, I’m significantly more tired than usual, my trash has magically tripled and shaving has taken a back seat to house chores and nap duties, but other than that, the Bermuda Three is doing fabulous. That said, raising a child on an island in the middle of nowhere does bring with it some interesting situations. For example, you’d think heading to the store to find more newborn diapers would be a breeze. But in true Bermuda fashion—where I normally have to go one market for broccoli rabe, another for Kosher salt and a third for organic salmon—I visited five pharmacies, count em’, five, before I finally found them at People’s (a.k.a. the pharmacy that doesn’t have my son’s doctor-prescribed Vitamin D drops, hence the visit to Clarendon’s shortly thereafter, where, eureka!, I finally found a Trivisol D dropper). Clearly these are the small bumps on a long road of parenthood, but five stores? Come on now. In the meantime, Bermuda Shorts would like to thank The Arbour House Hostel in West Islip, New York for the constant warm wishes (yah mon!); Rum Shop Ryan for the kind words of congrats (keep those rum cocktails flowin’ buddy); and Anonymous, who secretly wished yours truly congratulations. Whoever you are, thank you. I need all the help that I can get.