Brooks was here...and so was Red.

I know, I know, I know. It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything. March, in fact, and quite a lot has happened since then. I’m sure waiting for me to write was like all the Game of Thrones readers waiting for the dude to finish his next book. (Hopefully, its better than the way the show ended.)

I got a new job and now work for KISD’s Technology Department. It was a difficult yet easy decision to make to leave Belton ISD. Easy in the sense that it was less of a commute and more pay, but super difficult to leave the people I’ve been working with for the past 6 years. I wasn’t actively looking to leave until there was a random day that I was home with the boy and I saw him crawling around and it hit me that he was going to need things other than formula and onesies and the KISD job was simply too good of an opportunity to pass up. I’ve been there since the beginning of May and its been pretty great. Its a much different environment but I really enjoy my work and the people I’m working with.

But nobody cares about me, they care about this spoiled rotten monster of a child.

How YOU doin?

This guy turned 9 months old a few days ago. 9 months. He’s also teething which
means that he can go from happy to super grumpy and whiny in the span of about 30 seconds. Basically, he’s a small drunk person. BUT he’s really a happy drunk. He’s also mobile which has made Amanda and I certified cattle wranglers. He can’t crawl yet but he can scoot like he’s evading enemy fire across the carpet and if anything is within reach he’s going it grab it. You need about a 20 foot radius of safety around him to keep him from anything you don’t want to pay to replace or have him maim or electrocute from touching. We’ve had to erect a large fence around the living room so it looks like something Donald Trump would dream about, except the children effected by our fence are taken care of. (Yeah, I said it. You’ll live.) Anyways, a few days ago Amanda had to put him in the UFC Octagon because in addition to scooting he’s learned to pull himself up on things BUT he also doesn’t have the best balance, so if he leans on our fence he will topple it over. But lets be honest, he’s a Massey so his chances for balance and coordination are already slim to none. Although his pediatrician told us that he will keep his blue eyes and will be around 5’5” to 5’6” in height, which means that he got quite a bit of our recessive physical genetics, but I fear he will get the full brunt of our personalities.

Get busy living or get busy dyin.

Amanda’s been off for her summer break so she’s had to bear the brunt of his fussiness, not to mention his stinky poops, so when I get home at the end of the day I tag in and try to give her some mental and nasal relief. He’s also at the point where he seems to have major league separation anxiety, so if either of us leave the room its like Sally Field in Steel Magnolias. (Yes. I’ve seen this movie. I’m not ashamed.) On the one hand its really amazing and sweet that he has that connection to us, but on the other hand I’ve never had anyone lose their minds anytime I had to go use the bathroom. You should try that with a family member or coworker and see how old it gets when they start screaming anytime you go to the break room.  He’s also sassy, so if you get onto him there is a chance that he will babble back at you and spit, which is ridiculously hard not to laugh at because he’s just so dang cute. This of course is not to say that he’s been a 24/7 Terrorist. Having a baby is still, by a wide wide margin, the most fun thing I’ve ever been able to be a part of. Seeing him smile or giggle is easily the best thing about each and every day and getting to share it with Amanda truly is a blessing. 

I mean, look at this face. How is he not going to get whatever he wants?