Trust me, grandfatherhood was not something I thought I would have achieved by now. Naturally I had lots of help. Ya know, gray hair is hereditary - you get it from your kids. (I know, an old one, but I like it.)
My eldest was 4 the day after my own birthday. He had a friggin great time at his super hero themed lttle party. I did the BBQ and hung out with the other dads who were relegated to the beer drinkers end of the garden.
And I hope you found time (what with a new Straggler baby in the house) to get piss drunk wasted on some warm, sophisticated beer of your liking.
Actually I got beered up on very cold very fizzy cheap shit. But everything has it's time and place. It's been 30C and humid as fuck here in London.
Enjoy it old man.
As long as my zimmer frame (do you guys in the US have that phrase?) can get me to the pub and back all is well with the world.