Today marks Reid's first month on the planet. He has had quite a first thirty-one days. He's has learned the subtle joys of sitting nude in the kitchen sink. He has conducted extensive double-blind research studies on sleep deprivation, with two subjects. He has branded each of his outfits with his special, um, mixture. He has brought an amazing sense of wonder to at least one jaded man who was sure there wasn't much to experience wonder about. He has made our lives suddenly seem meaningful in a way they weren't before. He is nine pounds or more now (the only method we have of weighing him is to get on to the scale holding him and then without holding him), and in all of 24 inches he has become our entire sun and moon. He is everything to us. Happy first month, Reid. Hundreds more to come, each better than the last.