Back to the South Bronx

It's 6:04am. In the other room, Shannon's beautiful, off-key voice is softly singing Ike back to sleep after a feeding. The dog has been walked and fed, and this afternoon reinforcements arrive.
And I have to go back to hell.
Today will be Isaac's second day being into sucking on the pacifier. His third day of being able to be awake with out having to eat or scream hysterically. The beginning of his third week on the third rock.
And I'll be in hell.
Have a good day, little man. See you when I get back home.

Special bonus: GRANDMA SULLIVAN gets to meet you today!!