Yes, as a matter of fact, it has been quite some time since my last post. As I noted earlier, I have embarked on a new career and my time was very limited through the training process. Now, however, my day is a straight 8 hours (barring any overtime) and although I come home exhausted some evenings (or mornings depending on the shift), I am beginning to find that I have a few more expendable moments...now, being one of them.
The C-boy has grown like a weed over the past 8 months, and has developed into quite a little shit. I'm not talking that cutesy-tootsy, "look at me...I can run and ignore you at the same time," type of shit. I'm talking about the full-blown terrible-two toddler turd factory. He has opinions he can't articulate, ideas upon which he can not elaborate and, quite frankly, he has been writing checks his little ass can't cash.
"Please don't shine Daddy's flashlight in your eyes."
"Catchr's flashlight."
"No, that's Daddy's flashlight...and don't shine it in your eyes."
"Catchr's flashlight!"
"Wrong again...it's Daddy's...not in Daddy's eyes...not in Catchr's..."
"Catchr's EYES!!! Daddy's EYES!!!"
"I give up."
"Yeah!!! Catchr's FLASHLIGHT!"
He used to be so small and cute and cuddly. Now...he's a thug. My lovable, wouldn't change him for the world, thug.
