My Little Humper

  My little guy is on the verge of crawling. I have learned that this stage of pre-crawling is simply and utterly... fantastic. Paddy has taken to getting up on all fours and just rocking back and forth. If you can picture that, then you know what it looks like... Paddy is a humper! Dude has been humping all over the place for the past week! One strategically place stuffed animal equals five minutes of straight laughter from me. Even standing up, he humps! He humped the ottoman, diaper bag, and couch yesterday alone. The man is relentless. I spend my days thinking of different things I can either put him on or stand him against to hump. My favorites? Jar of peanut butter, Elmo, and Pat's pillow. The possibilities are endless.

   My future mother-in-law just dropped off a Bears winter hat from the 1980s for Paddy. It. Is. Amazing. Paddy wore it the entire time we watched the Bears fucking KILL the Chargers today. I've been telling people that the Bears won the Super Bowl the year I was born, it is only natural that the Bears win again the year I have an offspring. So with the Bears offense, defense and Paddy's new lucky hat... SUPER BOWL BABY!!!

   Pat and I had a good ole fashioned drink-till-you-shit-the-bed night yesterday (there was no shitting the bed though, just super stinking drunk.) It all started with an innocent visit to Buffalo Wild Wings for breakfast. Three tall Blue Moons later, Pat is driving home while I convince him of all of the good reasons why we should keep drinking (by 'good reasons' I mean discussing how delicious beer is). Well since I remembered I have a child to care for, drinking slowed down considerably. But as soon as Wee Paddy hit the sheets, I hit the bottle (I'm clever!). Pat and I got friggen wrecked. It was amazing, just like old times. Since having a kid, we've aged considerably but last night we listened to music, high-fived a lot, talked, watched 30 Rock, boned (sorry mom!), and then drank some more! Luckily we have a kid that likes to sleep 13+ hours in a night and allowed me some time to recover before waking up to hump everything in sight. All in all a terrible morning, but an super duper night.

Happy Thanksgiving!