Growing Like a Weed

Again I want to apologize for dropping off the face of the earth. But it's hard for me to do post from home.


I have titled this post growing like a weed. As my son is growing like a weed. He is such a mix of me and Jen its crazy. He does things that you know he got from his momma and stuff you know he got from me. I hug and kiss my son all the time. I really do want to teach him that a man can be strong and show affection. It seems like only a month ago he was such a baby and needed help walking. Now, when I am sitting down Kenneth takes my hand, and pulls me to go with him, which is usually to his room or the front door. And though he speaks a word or two in English, Kenny has his own language. And I have come to notice that we will speak to him and he will shake his head yes or no. He understands so much. It’s now time to watch our mouths around Kenneth. Just this weekend I was telling Jen I messed up. Kenny says ah oh just at the right moment. It was so funny. The kid is hilarious. I'm so happy that my son is happy and healthy. I'm not ashamed to admit that I almost don't listen to the news anymore, as the news of a baby’s death or injury brings me to tears. Who could hurt a child?

All weekend, all we did was wrestle. Man that kid is a ball of energy. I don't know how my mom did it alone and with two of us. I love you Mom, Jen, Kenny and Frank

Been A long time

Hello All,

I want to say sorry to all my followers for me dropping out of site. But life and living has taken over. But I am very happy to report that my awesome son is growing like a weed and is happy as happy can be. Oh let me not leave out that he is healthy as a horse. Yes i can't even remember what it is to not have him nor would I want too. I wish I could give me 3 more brothers but child care is mad expensive.
Jen and Kenny are away this weekend and I wish he was here. last weekend we took him to the zoo. I walked him all over. By lunch he was back in his stroller. By 2pm he was out for his nap. And was so ready for bed when 8 pm came by. Good Times. Yes, these are what make for golden memories.