I went to work Monday night, the 26th, dealt through the shift, and hit the work out club with my friend/dealer Suki, at 3:00 a.m. We did an upperbody workout, went for a long walk in the early a.m. pre-dawn Vegas hours, in the area of the workout club.

We spent most of the time visiting about our kids and our lives trying to raise kids and adjust to being parents when we were kids ourselves.

We’re still trying to adjust to our kids and helping them while they are having kids. That’s where I’m at now…

I have three granddaughters, the children of my middle son, Josh. My youngest son, Darian, has been expecting a son to be born any day…due date on the 27th of April.

What a glorious way to spend the day. I came home from the workout club, refreshed, relaxed, ready to write a post and bed. I got a glass of wine and just when I thought I’d get into writing, the phone rang. Darian reported his gal had been having labor off and on all night long. We hung up with the promise that he would call me as soon as they were at the hospital.

I went to bed, leaving the phone on, and got all those idiot ‘fax’ bitch telephone calls and wrong numbers that seem to happen all the time. I slept like crap. At 10:00 a.m. the phone rang and my family was at the hospital, she was dilated to 4. I jumped up and hit the toothbrush and grabbed my camera.

I was there by 11:00. We spent the next five and half hours, talking, laughing, jumping, patting each other, helping Mom turn over, and giggling over the anticipation of the birth.

There was a lot of confusion over the Dr. as the regular Dr. had been out of contact for a day. The physician that administered the epidural came in…he was funny, but then he wasn’t in labor. Mom settled into pre-birth with the epidural and relaxed.

More confusion as to which Dr. would deliver the baby. Finally…the original Dr. would be there but I had to question if she would make it on time. The baby’s head had started to crown when the Dr. arrived (there were two nurses in attendance that knew what the hell was going on…YIPPPPEEE!)

I watched my grandson’s head appear, then his body, I patted Mom’s head and cheered her on…my son held her hand and gave her more compassion and strength than I would give most men credit for, and we had a beautiful, healthy baby boy! Born on the day he was due. Mom, Dad, and Baby…wonderful.

No time for poker when one of the biggest events of life is happening so put me on hold for a day.