And I Wasn't Informed?

I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I think that New Dad's should get a bachelor party type event. It seems more warranted than when you're about to get married. Before a wedding (hopefully more than a week before), a bachelor party happens because supposedly you're about to enter into a union where you don't get to go out and get shitfaced on a regular basis. And I guess the strippers are there to remind you about what's about to be off-limits. I started floating the concept of a New Dad Party at my office recently. Turns out, in Australia and the UK they have something like this. It's called Wetting the Baby's Head. Ah those hooligans, they can come up with any reason to drink. Now, this evening shouldn't be confused with a stag night. No one wearing body glitter should be present. But over there, they do it while your wife and baby are still in the hospital. I don't think I can get away with that. Besides, how would I have the stamina after 20+ hours of being Coach Ethan in the labor room? But really, what do we do here? In America, as I understand it, we just hand out cigars or something and go right into the sleepless stretch called early fatherhood. Luckily, I'm turning 30 about three weeks before Alina is due. So this could work out nicely assuming she doesn't come early, which I'm told is a real possibility. She is very active - kicking and poking like she wants out.

So consider this a call to arms, gents. I'm the first among you to jump into this pool, naively unaware of its depth. We're going to wet the baby's head, my head, your heads, until there's nary a dry hair in all of Christendom.