A new daddy

The past two months have literally been the best of my life. I did not realize that I could love someone as much as I love my son. I have likened it to falling in love with your soulmate but times that by a million. Some daddies rue the midnight feedings or the seemingly endless diaper changes. Strangely I love changing his diaper. This has turned into father-son bonding time. Before we started bonding at the changing table he hated getting his diaper changed.
Our second day home I was changing his diaper when he peed a laser beam right at me. I jumped out of the way which spooked the little guy who started thrashing all about and sending the yellow stream everywhere as if it were coming from a hose running wild without someone holding it. He also started crying, screaming really which spooked the animals who were watching with rapt attention. Thankfully the cat knew what to do and ran into the bathroom and cried at my wife to come save the day.
Since that fateful day father and son have learned to cherish the one on one time we get while I clean up his bum. Most of the firsts we have shared like, smiles, cooing and the like, have come while he was on his changing table. He has since peed and pooed on me a few times but I try not to hold it against him, he is only 2 months old.