Parmigiano Reggiano Feet

Dear Monster,

I really need to focus on getting in better shape, I can't seem to keep up with your energy level, and I am your father, not your grandfather.  Regardless, even though Daddy was huffing and puffing this weekend, we had a good time.  I threw you into a cardboard box, and sat you in front of the TV and played rollercoaster pov vidoes and also airplane dogfight videos.  All the while moving the box up and down and to the sides to simulate the video.  As always, you loved it, although it was a little tiring, it was just fun.  A lot of fun.  

Update

Dear Eva,

No chingues.

Potty Pictures

Dear Monster,

Your Mom, the weirdo that she is, has sent me potty pictures, I'm which she captures how much of a growing little boy you are as you leave droppings in the toilet. 

I thought it was just weird, but this last Saturday I held you up on the toilet and you pooped for Daddy in the toilet for the first time.  Strangely, it was a proud moment, and I rewarded you with a mini ice cream cone.

We've been wrestling a lot, and we take turns walking the ring with arms in the air shouting "the winner, the winner," as we kick or randomly body slam each other. 

The baths have been fun, I have to wash your Batman action figure or your sharks to convince you that everyone needs to take a bath.  Today during bath time we built a house with puzzle pieces, just so you could be the big bad wolf and blow the house down.

:-)

You woke up about 315am, you are having a growth spurt, your shins and ankles hurt.  I gave you whiskey! :-)

Tomorrow, technically today, is Monday.  Mondays are hard.

Drop

Dear Eva,

Yesterday yo momma dropped you on the floor.  She had you on the couch, got up, and you rolled off and onto the floor. 

She called me, you sounded as if you were laughing in the background, but your mom couldn't stop crying.

I couldn't stop laughing.

Forgot Again

Dear Monster,

Babe forgot to put on your seatbelt....again.