Oh, the wonderful adventures of Cason! He is starting to start doing crazy stuff. He’s putting some effort in the standing up thing, but he has finally discovered something new about his hands. He discovered that he had hands last week… yesterday, he discovered that he can control his hands. He is not very good at controlling them (which is a total dude excuse for the ages). He can’t open his hands very smoothly, but his arm movements are amazing. So amazing that he kept punching himself in the face yesterday. He would then laugh, then he would stare at his fist, and then he would start crying until he punched himself again. So I don’t know if he was laughing or crying at the pain. I think he was laughing at the pain, and the would cry because he gets startled with the crazy movements he is learning. Or, maybe he is going to be an awesome UFC fighter who wins every fight, and then stares at his fists, and cries, because he has a heart of gold. That kept me pretty entertained for an hour. Don’t worry, I was making sure he was not taking any cheap shots below the belt on himself.

Cason fun stuff 2: speaking of below the belt. Since he can now move his arms and has zero idea that he can open and close his hand, he has gotten dangerous during diaper changes. Yesterday, he managed to grab his “whoa whoa”… and he would not let go. I tried to help, but I didn’t want to startle him and have him hurt himself even more. So there he is, pulling hard, crying, having no idea that he can let go at any moment. I just want to put his diaper on, but I cant… and then he peed… on his face… again. But, at least, that made him let go. This is what may day is full of people. This is real life. haha.

Luckily, I still get to play football on Thursday nights… and last night my team won the championship! Yup! This time we did not receive a trophy… we got a case of beer! I had that bad boy riding shotgun with me… no I did not shotgun a beer at 10 pm. Guess what happened? Got pulled over, AGAIN! I don’t know what is happening lately. I was in a bad neighborhood, so that may be why. Why was I pulled over? The cop thought I had “limo” tint on my windows. I don’t. He did see the beer/trophy and asked me if I had been drinking. I told him that my team had just demolished our flag football league and that was my trophy. He started talking to me about his football skills, and in the middle of a sentence he ran back to his car and took off. Just like that. I was left on the side of the road wondering how his football team had done… now I will never know. Maybe I will go back to that neighborhood and speed with the hopes of getting pulled over by him. That sounds like a wonderful idea.