mrginger

Sup Mofuggies.

I'm been busy.
I have one full time job and a part time job and a baby and his momma to take care of. This shit is hell real though.

Well, dude's actually hardly a baby anymore anyways. Tomorrow Lee's going to be 1, count 'em, 1! year's old. That was the fastest year ever. He went from taking his first step to walking in a week and a half and is almost sleeping through the night now. I taught him to say "light". He loves peas and blueberries and yogurt. Today I'm going to spike his formula with a little bit of cow milk. Shit is fucking crazy yo.

This kid is so cute its almost surprising that he sprang from these loins right here.

And he's cool as fuck too. So cool I might have to make his mom take a DNA test.

I wish I had the time and money to provide and still get out once in a while. Shit is tight around here. Babies cost money.

And becoming a parent is enough of a reality shift to set you stumbling. Its a fucking culture shock. If you knew me better you might understand, but whatever. There's something very humanizing about this whole experience too. Almost monkeyizing, really. We are some social ass beasts, people. A lot of this stuff is so natural and nothing at all new its almost boring. Especially to parents of twins and mormons. They must think I'm in 1st grade. But they could have a million kids and none of them would be half as cool as my son. Can private citizens own pope-mobiles? Shit.