It’s just you and me. No other podcast pals, just us. So, if you’ve been with us before, you know there was a baby on the way. Well, that baby has now made his grand entrance, and as predicted, it’s shaken up the podcast schedule. I feared the podcast might be canceled, but The Peaches assured me, "No worries, Dad, I'll pop out the baby, and we’ll be back on track, no big deal." Fast forward a couple of weeks, and here I am, solo at the mic because my usual crew is at the hospital with the newborn boy.

My kids have been griping about our intro music, calling it not just mediocre, but downright bad. So, I decided to skip it this week. Maybe it’s time for a new format: no music, just straight into the chatter. Let me know what you think.

Now, about the baby. His name is Bridger Luke Michael McKinney. That’s right, Bridger. Not Alexander, which I was half-expecting because Amanda was adamantly saying it wouldn’t be Alexander. But no, it's Bridger. And like all new names, it feels a bit odd. Babies are weird little strangers when they first arrive, but eventually, they grow into their names. Soon enough, Bridger will be running around, and it’ll be the perfect fit.

On a personal note, I got new hearing aids. The old ones conked out, so now I'm trying to get used to the new ones. It's like discovering sound all over again. I can hear leaves rustling and kids playing from a distance. It’s a game-changer, though my comedy shows have taken a hit since I struggle to hear the audience.

Speaking of senses, my taste and smell aren't what they used to be. I can barely smell coffee brewing unless I stick my nose right over the pot. Same goes for food. Everything tastes kind of the same unless it’s something drastic like a pepper versus a banana. So, if I ever compliment your cooking, take it with a grain of salt because I probably can’t taste how terrible it might be.