There’s a room in Bobby’s house with a future already imagined for it: baby things, a crib, maybe a tiny rocking chair in the corner. But for now, it looks less like a nursery and more like a storage unit with optimism.
Two car seats still sit boxed, a stroller waits in its packaging, and a tiny onesie that reads “This little pig said woo!” is folded nearby. Bobby posted that onesie, and the internet nearly combusted from cuteness overload. He’s realizing that after years in entertainment, nothing grips people quite like a baby post. Career wins? Sure, people will click. But show something involving the baby or his wife Caitlin, and suddenly everyone’s engaged. That reality hit even harder when he posted a video of himself holding his phone to Caitlin's belly, playing Counting Crows. In his mind, it was comedy gold: dad-to-be takes music indoctrination way too seriously. Caitlin even calls his music “uncle music,” which only fuels his mission. He thought the internet would see the humor. Instead, they saw tenderness. Comments rolled in about sweet moments and sentimental dads, and Amy even admitted she got teary-eyed. Meanwhile, Bobby sat there laughing, wondering how his attempt at being goofy turned into a Hallmark moment.
The irony is, while Bobby may joke his way through most of this, the little kicks happening in that not-quite-nursery home are the real emotional gut punch. These days, Bobby and Caitlin spend evenings like two kids chasing fireflies. She’ll gasp, “There!” and he’ll leap across the room like he’s sliding into home plate, hand pressed to her stomach, only to miss the baby kicks. Again. He catches maybe one out of twenty.And then there are the philosophical spirals. One minute he’s marveling at the weirdness of it all, and the next he’s explaining to Caitlin why babies aren’t trapped in the womb. They don’t know any other world; this is their reality. If anything, he says, we’re the trapped ones, stuck to the earth by gravity. Somewhere else, someone might be floating freely and feeling sorry for us “ground-bound humans.”
So the nursery isn’t finished yet. The baby gear is still boxed, and the room is more conceptual than cozy. But the house is already feeling different.