An Ode to the Boy

An Ode of the Boy. Yes this one.

Where did all the hair go?

Where did all the hair come from?

Why can't you walk by the age of one? Maybe two?

"Because I dont fucking want to!"

What the fuck is an ode?

Finit

Time passes so quickly. the boy turned one. Two parties - well documented. We spend all day together, its as if I am living the life someone else wanted. The wife wants my life. Hey that rhymes. I want hers. Its funny sometimes how you get what someone else wants. They crave your life, when all you want is to escape from it like a butterfly from the cocoon.

We made a trip to L.A. Home. But not so much anymore. Just because something is familiar does not make it home. I love it there, but the Burgh has become my home.

My fifth year anniversary is coming up. 5 years. Got a trip planned. St. Thomas. 4 days, 3 nights, too many cocktails, one bed and breakfast and zero kids. I love the boy but we all need a break.

The wife turns thirty (30) at the end of the month. The joke I keep using is that I can't believe I am dating a 30-year old. I met her when she was 21. She missed out on her twenties to hang out with me. Sucker.

Baby updates: He now has 8 teeth. 4 top and 4 bottom - all in the front of the mouth. He is crawling like a champ, but still can not walk. He walks holding one's hands. He's happy. Despite the asthama and the strep and the weather. He really is happy. He's tall and skinny. The exact opposite of his old man.

A few end of the blog shout outs. Are the kids still using that term in 2008. I hope so. My sister in law. She quit her job, has a baby - we hang out, eat bon bons and gossip. Fan-fucking-tastic. Jiswell, the brother in law. I hate the burgh, but sometimes, its the exact opposite. Thanks for showing off that part. Udi. All this is for you. Bean. I may have failed, but I tried and will keep on going.