We’ve almost got it!

So the blogging has been a little weak of late, and for that I apologize. My wife has been out of town for work since sunday, and the time, and energy to blog has just not been there. My 9 month old son Dylan and I, have been living it up. We had a little help from Grandpa for a few days, but as we enter the home stretch of operation daddy dayvare part 2, we’re on our own. The house has not burned down, I did not leave him at a bar, and I have not filmed any crazy videos of him riding around the neighborhodd on the dog. We have had a pretty killer time though. Monday night, he went to bed with OSU up 3 to nothing, so we’re just pretending that’s how it ended. He’s still a fragile little Buckeye fan, and I don’t want him to have to experience the agony that goes along with that until he’s at least 3.

The new years diet had to get put on hold while my wife is gone. How can a guy diet when nobody is there to hold him to it? Plus, with the economy in the shitter, I feel it’s my civic duty support the local Bars, Barbeque joints, and deep dish pizza places. And, since my wife will have ate out, or had catered meals for a week, she’s not gonna want to go out to eat for about a month. Although tonight I did eat at home, leftover BBQ, and bourbon, so that counts as a home cooked meal. The little guy has also been having a pretty good time as well. Each day his crawling skills have gotten better, and better. He’s picking up speed, and getting braver and more curious. He’s started to follow you down the hallway, and peaking around corners. His new favorite sport is called, ruin the dogs life. It’s a simple game. He yanks on the dogs ears, or tail, until rudi gets up and flees, and then he follows the idiot to where ever he tries to hide, and does it all over again. This goes on until he shits himself, or it’s nap time. Sometimes they both come at the same time. Rudi, tries to make peace, and offers him his dog bone. It’s cute, but disgusting. Dylan is also starting to pull himself up, and walk around holding onto things. With this comes a lot of falling down, and he’s getting very good at that. He’d make a great drunk high school chick. The highlight of the week, was today when he went back to daycare. When I walked in he saw me, and did his usual hand clapping thing, and smiled. He’s done this a lot of times when he first sees me walk in to pick him up, but today, after some clapping, he started hauling ass over to greet me. When he really gets going, he’s like a mix between a seal, and a paddleboat. His arms pretty much just flap around in circles, smacking the ground, while the back end does all the work. Having your son crawl over to greet you after a long, shitty day at work, is flat out awesome. The other highlight, was the other day when I was feeding him a bottle on my lap, he puked, and I caught all of it in my hand. It was disgusting, but impressive. All those years of binge drinking finally served a purpose.

So as tomorow brings the conclusion to my role as a single parent, I may get a full nights rest, and maybe even get to sleep in on saturday. Once rested, the consistent blogging will return, with my Bowl season recap, more new stories about me soiling myself, and a new round of WWYRB.

God speed everyone.