It's been a minute since I've last updated X's blog-o'-memories. I've not only been completely busy taking care of X, but I've also not been feeling the whole writing thing. Sometimes it's just not there ya know? Due to the lack of interest, I failed to do a five month post, which is fine since I absolutely hated how his five month themed picture turned out. I don't know what I was thinking posting that on Instagram. Speaking of Instagram, I used to have a link to this blog in my profile, but the other day I got a notice that I could no longer have that link posted there because of the .blogspot address. Wtf is up with that? Lame. I like having that link available there, and since I'm not able to keep it there, this little memory keeper might be moving elsewhere.
With that out of the way, the past couple of weeks have been somewhat uneventful in terms of X appropriate activities. Lately we've been doing more Mommy & Daddy type of activities. You know...hanging out in bars, getting drunk at BBQ's, that sort of thing. Yesterday we we're planning on taking X to the OC Fair, but that shit was packed! Trying to get into the parking lot was a panic attack waiting to happen. So instead of trying to maneuver through the masses we headed over to Huntington Beach where we found another mob of people due to the US Open of Surfing. I'm being dramatic. It actually wasn't too bad. By the time we got there the competition had been over for the day and the crowd had dissipated. There was still quite a few people, but it was way more manageable than the fair would have been. Plus we only went there to eat. We took X to eat at Duke's. Well...more like we took him to watch us eat. I feel so bad when he has to sit there and watch X's dad and me shove food into our fat faces. He always follows the food and looks so sad. So curious. So left out. I'm sorry son. You have a lifetime ahead of you to try new foods and eat your way through life. You're toothless now, so basically you can look, but you can't touch. After Duke's we headed back to the bubble put X to bed and ditched him with my parents to go booze it up at the local watering hole. I know...great parents we are huh? Hey...parenting is hard stuff. It's good to get out and hang with adults only, every once in a while. I spend 24/7 with X. I'm sure he wants time away from me too sometimes. It's funny because I always joke around about us being sick of each other. I'll tell X's dad that X and I don't like each other right now, but sometimes it's probably true. I love him, but just like anything else, if it's always in your face you're going to want to get away from it. Call off the firing squad! You know you think it too all you other parents out there. You just won't admit it out loud. Just because I feel that way doesn't mean I don't love X. I'd do anything for that kid. I'm just keeping it real.
On that note, there have been quite a few things irking me lately, and I'm not going to go into it in this post, but this is fair warning that there will probably soon be a post ranting and raving about the shit on mind.
Since this is a blog about X, posts about who and what I hate can wait. I feel like such a b.i.t.c.h. wanting to do that, on my sons blog no less, but it's a reality he will eventually know. You're not going to like everyone, or everything, and sometimes it's healthy to express that dislike in a way that doesn't single out a specific person, but still gets you're message across...hopefully. Yes. This probably is teaching him how to be passive-aggressive and how to not confront the problem, but sometime the problem isn't with a single person or about a single thing. It just blankets over a bunch of stuff and the easiest way to get your point across is to write about it on some blog no one reads. I digress.
It's early and I'm still tired from last night so let's get to the milestones of X and save the complaining for later. As you can see from some of the pictures, X is beginning to sit up on his own. I love it. I think it looks so cute. His big ole' head and little baby body. I call him my little bobble head. I know. So mean huh? Blame your big head on your dad kiddo. Mom's got a normal sized, albeit a little small, head. You're still a cutie so it doesn't matter, but later on when you want to wear hats, well...good luck with that. Kidding. Hopefully you'll grow into it. So not only can X sit up on his own, but he has also started using his ability to roll, to get around. He's my little rollie pollie rolling around on the floor to get a toy he wants. Or to "explore". It's quite adorable, but that only means that I have to keep an extra close eye on him. So gone are the days where I could just abandon him on his play mat and do something else. Guess it's finally time to get a baby gate.
Well, it's about that time to get the kiddo up and ready for the day. He's got a pool party to attend later. Such the party animal this guy. Until next time. Stay cool!
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