At least in my opinion, no one else's matters. How can I not think he is the best looking baby in the world. And considering I have not life, just get up, go to work, come home, work some more, head to bed, repeat the next morning, all I have to look forward to is this little man's visits. He spent Saturday night with me. Brad was all smiles and giggles when I talked to him about watching the Hurricanes play and letting him wear my jersey...Pardon me...sweater, but he couldn't keep his eyes open long enough to see the puck drop. Poor honey.
Its hard to believe Brad is four months old already. I don't ever want him to stop being a little cuddle bug. I know how fast they grow and soon, Brad will be all grown up, just like my boys. Sometime between breakfast and dinner, bam....they became men. All I wanted to do was protect them from the world.
As for the Hurricanes....lets just hope a few days off will help them regroup. Some nasty woman in the stands behind me almost got hurt Friday night. Slamming the Canes, talking about "oh these are Stanley Cup Champions..yadda yadda yadda" I should have grabbed her by her hair, dragged her to where the Stanley Cup was on display and said, "yeah..its here in our house...not yours!!"
Chad and Sarah are doing well, even though they have been down to one vehicle the past few weeks. You know, if its not one things, its another. Sarah has a birthday this weekend. Trying to figure out what to get her. All while the boys were growing up I wanted to have a girl to buy for. Now I have girls to buy for and have no idea what to buy them.
Until whenever...Good Night.
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