// 051 // Jude Patrick Fatone
Well, after Norway, Joey and I made a side trip to New York for this Rent thing, but now we're finally home with our lil' baby boy. He is easily the calmest, happiest little baby I've ever met. He was a little fussy on the plane, but look at his ol' man on planes and you'll know where he gets it. I just hope I don't pass on more of my issues to him.
He's got a name too, finally. Jude Patrick. Imagine when he's a famous athlete, what a great name. JP Fatone. I can't resist but sing "Hey Jude" to him every night when he's going to bed. It seems to calm him down, so he must not think I sound like a chipmunk. That's good, I'm glad he likes me. He's seriously the cutest baby ever. He's got these big eyes and he'll just stare up at you like...hey, 'sup dad?
Bri just loves him. It's going to take some adjusting, she's used to not only being the only daughter, the lil' princess, but she's used to being lavished in attention from all three of her parents. I think she'll be fine, she's just too excited over the new baby to bother with anything else.
I never thought I was going to have a family. I've been with babies my entire life, looking after the girls, babysitting my nephews. But the thought that I could actually have a family of my own was just too crazy to even begin to believe. And now, here it is. An incredible husband, a beautiful daughter and now a little son. I keep pinching myself but I haven't woken up yet.
Growing up, I dealt with a lot of shit. A LOT of shit. but, the one underlaying thing that always nagged at me was that above all else, I didn't want to become my father. I could of ended up a drunk, drug addicted pimp living on the street, and it would never of been as bad as if I turned into him. I almost want to call him up. Get in touch with him just to say, hey look. Look, Dad. Look at my incredible family. People who love me and would die for me and above all else, would never leave me. How did I manage it with such a shitty rolemodel? I'm not sure. But I did, and I'm not ashamed to say I wake up every morning fucking proud of myself. Joey and I had our problems, but I know I've moved past that. I'm just so lucky he saw something in me, and knew I'd be back and over all that. But he did, and he was right. And I know I'm never going anywhere again.
He's got a name too, finally. Jude Patrick. Imagine when he's a famous athlete, what a great name. JP Fatone. I can't resist but sing "Hey Jude" to him every night when he's going to bed. It seems to calm him down, so he must not think I sound like a chipmunk. That's good, I'm glad he likes me. He's seriously the cutest baby ever. He's got these big eyes and he'll just stare up at you like...hey, 'sup dad?
Bri just loves him. It's going to take some adjusting, she's used to not only being the only daughter, the lil' princess, but she's used to being lavished in attention from all three of her parents. I think she'll be fine, she's just too excited over the new baby to bother with anything else.
I never thought I was going to have a family. I've been with babies my entire life, looking after the girls, babysitting my nephews. But the thought that I could actually have a family of my own was just too crazy to even begin to believe. And now, here it is. An incredible husband, a beautiful daughter and now a little son. I keep pinching myself but I haven't woken up yet.
Growing up, I dealt with a lot of shit. A LOT of shit. but, the one underlaying thing that always nagged at me was that above all else, I didn't want to become my father. I could of ended up a drunk, drug addicted pimp living on the street, and it would never of been as bad as if I turned into him. I almost want to call him up. Get in touch with him just to say, hey look. Look, Dad. Look at my incredible family. People who love me and would die for me and above all else, would never leave me. How did I manage it with such a shitty rolemodel? I'm not sure. But I did, and I'm not ashamed to say I wake up every morning fucking proud of myself. Joey and I had our problems, but I know I've moved past that. I'm just so lucky he saw something in me, and knew I'd be back and over all that. But he did, and he was right. And I know I'm never going anywhere again.