It was late.  I was tired.  Your mother was tired.  We put you down in the bassinet.  Before i went to bed, I try to hear you breathe. This time I did not.  I woke you up and you felt cold.  I lifted you up and you were limp.  I screamed at you not once or twice, but a ton.  You didn't wake up.  I put you on your back and gave you CPR as your mom called 911.  As I breathed into your little lungs, you all of a sudden woke up and coughed.  I have no clue if you were asleep or if something was really going on, but that doesn't matter.  You are alive.  I want to tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me.  As the paramedics, the police and the fire department came into the room, you smiled at all of them.  From that night on, I didn't care how tired I was or how much I never sleep, you are the world to me.  I can't imagine loving anything more than i love you.  It's like I've lived for you.  Always.

Tonight is supposed to be the last of layla's life.  Layla is the oldest dog here in the Whitlock household.  She is supposed to be put down tomorrow.  It has caused me to reflect on the important things in life.  Baby Joey, you are the most important thing to me, and your mom.  We love you so much.

You are almost 5 months now.  There are so many stories and milestones.  Right now you are sleeping away.  One day you might read this, one day you may not.   But it's out there.  As long as you know how much we care who cares about this stupid blog.

In the future, I'll tell you more about daddy's past.  It is only right to think about the future.  You are the future.  We love you.  Always.