"HELLO, MY NAME IS JORGE AND I'M A DAD"

Okay, so this weekend I learned that being a new dad is like being a crack addict.

Liza and Joli went up to Easton, MA this weekend. They were gone for 4 days.

After 24 hours, the withdrawal pains started.

I craved my baby. I wanted *correction* I needed to hold my baby, sniff my baby, feed my baby... yes, I even needed to change my baby (do you see how low addiction can bring you?)

I can't even begin to explain how happy I was when Liza and Joli came home. What am I going to do when she grows up and leaves home?

I'll probably have to go into rehab.