Investing

I just want to start by saying I got my payout for the NFL season today and I made a 135% on my initial investment. To put that in perspective today one of our banks went under with our money in it sort of my like my sewer pipe breaking. In the end all you are left with is well, you get the hint. So, my bank can't even invest wisely enough to stay in business but I managed to more than double my investment in just 17 short weeks. Imagine what would happen if the NFL season was year round. It's a good thing we used Quentin's college fund to invest. He now has double the money and that man room I've been dreaming about just got a flat screen. Sometimes the sun does come out even in frigid Tampa.

Enough about that. No one wants to recall how the Packers D couldn't show up for a single series and their season is now over. Granted it was pretty exciting fashion, but ended all the same. Sadly, I must move on... I haven't gotten to daycare too often lately, because we were on break and Q was home a lot of the time. I finally made it in there to meet his new teacher. The first thing she says is, "He's our best sleeper!" I seriously almost dropped her right there in front of the children. Listen lady, I have clients too and there are just some things you don't say in front of them and telling no sleep daddy for the past year plus how awesome his kid sleeps at daycare is a recipe for moving him somewhere else and taking your paycheck with him. Sheesh! They have them sleep on mats on the floor. Hmmm. Should we get rid of the crib and buy a nice $4 mat and blanket for our son's new bed? I'm not sure how child services would feel about that but if it turns him into a 12 hour a night sleeper I'm willing to risk it. In all seriousness though, they are clearly drugging him.

The Qster is going down nice and easy without a fuss consistently around 7:30 pm. That's just in time to catch TMZ. Carrie loves that show. However, according to the literature, of which our child has definitely not read, he is supposed to get 12 hours a night. That should mean he gets up at 7:30 AM. Laughable. In his short life that has never happened. He's getting up around 5 every day, which would be great if we had cows. We don't. We have a dog nearly as big as a cow, but a cow he is not. Now, this is better but we are still walking around like we both got punched in each eye. As in we have giant dark circles where our skin used to be. Carrie has an advantage, she gets to wear makeup. For me? Well, they frown on that sort of thing. I just walk around with the "you should see the other guy" attitude. He was sick Monday and Tuesday so he had to be held out of daycare. So he whined a little bit more and it puts you in this limbo situation of should we take pity on him because he's sick or stick to our guns and let him cry it out? There has been enough tears shed in this house to solve all of Florida's drought problems in the last three months. So who knows if we are causing irreparable harm or if we are simply doting parents. Someone should write a book on this parenting thing. No, I mean a useful one.

Even with all the sleepless nights he's so very cool. Every day he becomes more like a man. You can see him grow up. He now shakes his head no while waving a finger like no, no, no. That's great. Back talk at 1. It is pretty funny though. He's got a ton of attitude in him - clearly from his mother. You should see him get mad. He's still pitching and can really throw a heater. I got smoked right in the dome the other day. This morning he woke me up by straight cold clocking me with the remote right in the nose. I guarantee he gets in tons of trouble in the very near future for throwing things. He broke a glass bottle at daycare chucking it last week. As in, "I'm finished!" Yup, that's the baby way of slamming a bottle (beer) and slamming the glass (bottle). This house doesn't believe in BPA so glass all the way. Those are the consequences.

Stock up on your oranges because Florida is only growing frozen ones this year and strawberries and blueberries and any other berry you like. And under no circumstances is Favre allowed to win the Super Bowl as a make me gag purple wearing, well, you get the picture. He is allowed to lose one tragically. Here is a pic of junior with his new wagon.