How do we learn to do certain things as little babies? I don’t get it. There are some things that come naturally to us, like hitting, crying, screaming, walking, eating, chewing… those things I can understand. What I don’t understand is where babies get the idea that hiding things is cool. My keys, for example, have been missing for two days. I know they are in the house because last time I saw them, Cason was holding them. He likes to pretend to open things with them, like mommy and daddy do. Well, we are pretty sure he hid them somewhere, because they are nowhere to be found. I have asked him where they are in Spanish and in English and he maintains his silence.

However, I understand that keys are easy to hide, and hopefully we find them… unless he put them in the toilet. What I don’t get is how this lil dude hid my laptop bag. Yes, my laptop bag went missing too. How did this guy find a place that he can reach, but good enough to hide a grown man’s bag? I have no idea, but it has been missing for two days as well. Problem, I have a check in the bag that I really need to cash so we can pay a couple bills. We think he may have put my keys in the toilet (still crossing my fingers and hoping that is not the case), but I have no idea where he could have put my bag. Well played, Cason.

jsiThe dreaded question was asked by Kinsey yesterday, too: “what do you want to do for your birthday.” I have no idea. I hope all guys go through this. I guess most guys want to go to Vegas or something, but really just want to relax. I’m not feeling the club party, did that for the last 9 years. I’m not feeling the trip thing, cause Kinsey is pregnant and I’d rather hang with Cason that weekend. I’m not feeling a surprise party, because I always feel like people won’t show up. I am sure we will figure something out. If anything, I am cool with a hug, a kiss, and a “happy birthday”… but I don’t want the hug and kiss from Kidd and Big Al. That would be too weird for me.