Cason made me tear up yesterday… not because of something amazing that he did, but because he head butted me and struck the largest pimple I have ever had. Yup, I think my forehead has reverted back to my high school days… This is perfect, because I really wanted to have a huge zit on the day I am heading out to hang out in Texarkana. At least I can cover it up with a hat. I am going to blame stress, and my decision to grow my hair out. The thing doesn’t even have a possible way to be popped. I tried, but nothing happens, the thing just gets really white, and then turns bright red, and I think it even bruised up, last time I looked. I thought this would never happen again. I had gone a good 8 years without having a drastic life changing zit. It may have been caused by my medicine too.

Speaking of Cason, since I get to spend time with him for about 6 hours while Kinsey is still at work, I tend to spend the time “training” him for real life. Yesterday, we started the walking training, and the dude tries to take steps. I wanted to video it, but its tough to do when you have to hold him, and he was too tired to do anything by the time Kinsey got home. He was already in his grumpy mode because it was almost his bedtime. Not only did I teach him to start taking lil steps when I got him standing (with help), I also taught him his first sign language. He puts his lil hands together to signal “more”. So if he likes something, he puts his hands together, with all his fingertips touching, and taps them together. This works with tickling, food, and weird dancing I do for him. My quest to be the baby whisperer may be coming true. It has taken hours to teach him these things, but at least he is learning, and he is bonding with daddy… unlike my time as a baby. Kinsey has been right there with the whole training thing, but the thing that really gets her is that she has not made him laugh yet. I can get him to have an all out giggle fest, and she has not been able to do that. She can get him to smile, but thats it. This caused the funny moment of the day:

Picture Kinsey on the bed with the baby, doing faces, making funny noises, and tickling him. He would smile and look my direction… no laughing. Kinsey kept trucking and trying, and it eventually turned into her crying while doing the faces, funny noises, and tickling. It reminded me of the clip of that drunk Irish guy whose laughter turns into crying. Note: if this happens to your wife or husband, dont laugh at them because they will flick you on the gigantic zit you have on your forehead. Oh, whats that? You are a grown adult and dont get teenage zits? Well, I feel silly now, don’t I?