I thought typing out the title of this blog would make it seem more real, but it doesn't really, now does it? Things just flash by and nothing more so than life. My Son is two freaking years old! I cannot comprehend this. There was a time when I thought I would never have a family and I was fine with it. It wasn't that I didn't want it, I just didn't think I'd fall in love with someone who'd fall in love with me and want the same things.
Anyways, this is starting to sound like it's about me and I don't want that. My Son is amazing. He runs, climbs, swims, eats big boy foods, speaks phrases, gets possessive, has favorite things and opinions, and pretty much charms the pants off of everyone he comes into contact with. He is the best thing in the world and I hope I'm at least half the father he deserves. Right now he is napping with his cute mohawk, after playing with his new hockey sticks and net, while running around and yelling, "hockey key".
He is chaos and sweetness, all wrapped into a joyful bundle that spreads love with meaningful hugs and kisses. He's a good boy. I feel bad for punishing him when he does wrong because it is so rare. But he get's it and he learns and moves on. He's the best of us. I love him and I can't imagine life without him. Happy Birthday Chugs!!!
Music, Food, Hockey, and Society through the eyes of a misanthrope named Quez Def.