Day 17. I’ve done it. I’ve managed, with the help of my wife (and dog?), to keep this wonderful new addition to the Manning family alive and breathing for 17 days. Super Father I am not, but I had super-size confidence heading into it all. I pictured myself rolling up the sleeves, taking on all challenges… perhaps even wearing a Jim McMahon-style headband while getting the job done with swagger. My wife was going to be able to relax at times while I helped tackle this newborn thing. Bring. It. On.

Why the confidence? I read “My Boys can Swim!” and about two-thirds of “The Pocket Idiot’s Guide to Being a New Dad.” I learned just about all I needed to know about pregnancy and on a few quick pages. The rest from the approximately 129 people who offered advice after we broke the news – thank you if you are one of the bunch.

Now here I am on Day 17. All I can do is sit in awe of my amazing wife. In honor of ’s campaign (my client), all I really want to say is, “Thank You Mom.” The sleepless nights, the feeding, the changing, the cleaning…the everything – you are amazing. I’m here, but I’m just a helping hand to the real reason Riley has survived these first 11 days. I know when she looks up at you with those big eyes, she’s saying “Thank You Mom” as well.

I’m going to continue to do all I can to help, though. Next step: I just got a new book: “Be Prepared. A Practical Handbook for New Dads.” Bring. It. On. (again). I just flipped to a random page (139) and apparently my baby may use any number of methods of transport in the future, including The Commando, The Naked Ape, The Sit ‘n’ Slide, The Low Roller or The Jackknife. Oh yes, here comes the headband. I’m ready.

Editors note: the title of this comes with all due respect to the great Rick Reilly.