Baby frisking.

Oh man.
Having a baby is great and all, but there are some things that the baby books don't teach you.
Like for instance, how do you discipline a two month old baby?
I mean, maybe it sounds harsh, but you need to be able to lay down some rules.
And it is hard to do for a two month old because they have absolutely no respect for rules.
No rules for babies.

Here is what happened:
Truen was feeding the baby, and I was sleeping.
We were all three of us in bed.
Suddenly an eerie silence overtook the room and I realized something was wrong.
The baby was missing!
Where did he go!?

Well, I found him slowly pulling himself across the floor on his way to the hallway.
At first I thought he was a real trooper, he must have wanted to climb back into his bed without disturbing Mom and Dad.
But then I looked into his little shark eyes and I could tell he was up to something.
I picked him up and put him on the changing table where I proceeded to frisk him.
You know what I found?



I found this in one of his many neck folds.
A SHIV!!!
Can you believe that!?
I guess they just grow up so much faster these days.

The best I can tell he was slowly making his way to the end of the hall, where his peepaw Dave was sleeping.
The day before they had gotten into a bit of a yelling match and we had to give them both a time out.
Time Out!

I don't want to believe that he actually intended on causing Dave harm.
I can only hope that he wanted to scare him.
But still, you know, I tried to teach him that this is not the way to resolve your problems.
Like I said, it's hard to reprimand him.
I don't know what the proper procedures are.

So, I called the cops.
Like usual, they were absolutely no help.

I guess I am on my own.

lovcmathew

A yellow truck in the woods.

No more rice for you.
You get no more rice.
There is no more rice.

Oh my lord!
I rolled my ankle yesterday.
I was playing basketball.
I was not even playing that well!
Or that hard.
I was not in it to win it.

Maybe I just had too much on my mind.
It happens!

Today I drove through the woods.
Near some mountains.
A large river.

This morning, near the forklift, I listened to a conversation about Europe.
Someone said something about the "Euro".
It sounds like we are not doing so well as a country.

I got myself a bagel this morning.
It did nothing to cheer me up like I thought it would.
The coffee was delicious though.

Be good.
lovmathew

TGIF!

you know what i am doing?
i am typing one handed!
i got the axe in my other hand.
quiet.
he is asleep.

oh wait, now he is awake.

you know, not to dig up a pile of worms, but i got something that has been on my mind.
a while ago there was an anonymous comment.
it was when i told you guys about how truen was pregnant.
someone said "way to ruin your life".

can you believe that trash?
i mean, geez, what kind of scum bag goes and says that?
anyways, i been kind of thinking about that, in the back of my head.
ever since.

it made me sad, you know?
because it could have just been a regular random douche bag that just accidentally happened upon this blog
expecting a packer blog, or something of that nature and then, upset that it wasn't what they wanted, they lashed out
and said that thing.

but you know, it is even worse that it could have been someone that i know.
i don't like that at all.

the thing is that this little boy of mine is the furthest thing from ruining my life.
i mean, i gotta hold him a lot, and change his pants and burp him and hold him when he cries and basically make sure he is alright every single waking second, but so what?
he is so great to have a round.

i didn't ruin anything.

anyways, i got to go put the baby down.
hopefully he sleeps for a couple of hours.
i got an early day tomorrow.
be good guys.
lovmahtew

1 Year. 6 Weeks.

I guess I shouldn't think it is weird.
But sometimes I think it is weird.
Axe wants to be held a lot.
So this is how I hold him.
And you know what?
It works!!!

The only thing is that I got to have a big drooly hand when I am done.

And I can't play Call of Duty 4 (Also known as, Iraq War: The Game!!!)

But you know, when when he is quiet and drooly, those are good times.
He just hangs out, and it is good.

So anyways.
Tomorrow is my 1 year mark.
Officially.
On MY calendar anyways.

How are you doing?
You are doing so good.
lovmarehw

51 Weeks.

Dang!
It is coming up on being a year that I have had my job.
The last time I held one single job for over a year was almost 8 years ago.
I came close to working at the co-op for a year.
But then I quit.
What was I thinking!?

I was thinking about swimming in the lake with Truen all summer.
Camp fires, swimming, walking in the woods.
You might understand if you have ever seen Truen in bikini.

Anyways, that isn't the point.

I was listening to two songs by the Rolling Stones.
The one about not being able to get what you want.
Also the one about time being on someone's side.

But they did get what they wanted.
And Obviously time is on their sides.

Well, I hope you are well.
lovmathew