Cason has been sick for… hold on, let me look at my watch… almost three weeks. Luckily, there is no fever, just a lot of coughing a fussiness. Now, before I get called a bad parent, we have called the doctors office every single day. Pretty sure we are becoming that annoying couple, but the nurse keeps telling us that he will get better. For some reason, I don’t think being sick is normal, so I called my grandpa in Mexico, who is a doctor, and he said that he definitely should get looked at. Having a grandpa who is a doctor is awesome, except when they live in Mexico and you still have to spend money. We actually found a doctor who specializes in lungs and throat, who will be giving him a lil look see today before Kinsey heads off for the day. Yup, she got a gig! Yay! That means we get a lil money coming our way!

Anyways, since Cason has been cranky and stuck in the house, we decided to take him to the park. It is amazing to see all the moms who go to the park and hang out! It almost felt like the first day of school. You walk up, nobody knows you, they look you up and down, and go on about their business. For the first 30 minutes we played off to the side, mostly because I was the only guy there, and felt slightly creepy because a lil boy was following me around. I didn’t want the moms to think I was the creepy guy that goes to the park to meet kids. So I would smile at the kid and make small chat. To make things worse, I was in one of those playground things with the slide, and Cason is so short, that it looked like I was in there by myself. I felt even weirder when Kinsey would take over the playing duties (I said duties) and I would be stuck by myself with no kid. I eventually made friends with the kid who kept following me. He was two years old, would not leave me alone, and played catch with me! He is two… playing catch! Awesome! His mom noticed and came right over, like a good mom should, to find out why her son was playing catch with a strange guy with tattoos. I don’t blame her. Hanging with this lil guy got me excited about Cason getting older.

He asked me how I got muscles, because his mommy said daddy needs some, which made us all laugh. He also kept asking his mom if he could bring me home. He then asked me if I let my little sister paint on my arm. So he was clearly a fan of the tattoos. By the end of our little park experience, we had made friends with some of the moms. I went down the slide three more times and did not get the “he’s weird stares” and Cason smiled a lot. We went in feeling like the outsiders, and came out making friends. Funny how things on the playground don’t really change once you get older. When you are the new one, kids would be standoffish, then they would get closer, and by the end of the day some kid is pulling your pants down from behind and you’re getting kicked in the shins… but its all for fun! haha. By the way, Cason does not like the slides at all, if you were thinking of getting him one for his birthday.