Well, Cason and I got in trouble with Kinsey yesterday… Ok, I got in trouble with Kinsey, but Cason was an accomplice…When you spend 6-7 hours with a baby, who does absolutely nothing, you have to find things to do to make it a lil fun… or you may go cray. I decided it would be a good idea to start teaching Cason how to catch things, since he holds his hands out and reaches for things now. I don’t have any lil baby balls to throw at him yet, because the ones I have are not soft balls. So I looked around the house. I could have used balled up toilet paper, but that would be a waste. While I was contemplating using the toilet paper I found Kinsey’s lactation nation pads. We have tons of them!

So I went out in the living room, propped Cason on the couch and started flinging them at him. He was having a good time, even though he didn’t catch a single one, I was having a good time, the dogs were not having a good time because I locked them up, but they could watch. One thing led to another, and I ended up throwing all the lactation nation pads at Cason. I figured I would just clean it up later because I had caused a mess. Well, Kinsey came home… with a co-worker and her man, cause she had to give her some files, and she was “embarrassed” that her breast pads were all over the place. Did I make the “Kinsey was in a hurry this morning and got crazy with her pads” joke? Absolutely. Kinsey did not appreciate it due to the whole thing about her job not being “silly” like my job. Ma bad. whoopsie.

Also have a dilemma. I already have a dude that helps with the lawn at our place. He comes every two weeks, and knocks it out. He actually came last week. Yesterday I was sitting in the living room with the curtains shut trying to get Cason to take a nap, so that I could take a nap, which never happened because we were hit up with the wonderful music that lawn mowers make. I thought that it sounded pretty loud, but I didn’t pay attention to it. Then my dogs start going crazy in their little room next to the back sliding glass door (yup, I’m fancy), and I see two dudes back there cutting my grass… and these are not my dudes… because my dudes are not due for another week. So I walk outside and ask them what they are doing. The guy says, “cutting your grass.” Well played, sir. So I asked why. He said because “it looked like it needed it, its only 20 dollars.” I told him, “Alfredo cuts my grass.” So he says, “no, no, no… I cut your grass.” I am a man who will keep his loyalty to Alfredo, so I asked him to please leave, and thanked him for cutting half my grass. He then demanded that I pay him… even though I didn’t ask him to cut it. Really? I said no… and then I got scared that they know where I live and that they may come and mess with me later… So I offered him some frozen tamales that I had in the freezer and he accepted. I win! Actually, I lose, because I don’t have tamales now 🙁