I Am Daddy

This last summer has been hectic. I can't believe its over. It seems like yesterday was January. I didn't accomplish half the things I planned. I did manage one home improvement project, new garage doors. For the first time in my life I can park inside with the luxury of an automatic door opener. In the past the wife got the garage or the side with the opener. Its as good as fart'n through silk.

I didn't get in a single garden post, mostly because the garden didn't get much attention. As of today I still haven't weed whipped the yard, although I did manage to mow it a few times. Blogging has been slow, I've read more than I've posted here or at everybody else's. In the past I worked at my desk on my network. I could work on budget projections and take a break visiting around or post something of my own. Now I'm in the field 90% of the time and even when I'm at a PC its on a managed network. Blogging at work is strictly verboten. So I've written many a post in my head but never gotten it down for ya'll.

Work is keeping me busy, everyone at big oil company loves my work, yet no promotion into a professional position. My boss told me that they don't want to lose me in my current job. He said I'm too good at what I do. Big freaking deal. I got into this in hopes of moving up after a year not in hopes of being a field hand for life.

In my long list of things not accomplished, my hobbies have suffered this year. Its hunting season and the 06 isn't even sighted in. Worse I don't even have a box of ammo loaded for it. In one week I'm supposed to head out in search of the mighty wapiti.
What exactly have I been doing with my time?
Here's one of the little guy eating (wearing) his birthday pie. He likes fruit so he got a blueberry pie. He's one and a lot of fun.
The first picture was taken over the summer. You can see how many new teeth he got in just a few months. I wonder if that has anything to do with mom and dad feeling tired most mornings.

The in-laws came for the birthday. When the wife was at work grandma watched the boy for the whole day. I get home before the wife. I walked in the door and a little blond headed boy came crawling at top speed across the kitchen. He went right over top of the landing (a first, he doesn't like going down steps). When he reached me I was taking off the work boots. He reached up with both hands, and with a hopeful looks said "daaaaaaaaaaa". Which as every father of a one year old knows means, "Welcome home father, please pick me up and save me from these two crazy old people that have been harassing me all day". This was the first time the boy came to me when I got home. Of course I needed to go out and buy new jeans. I now stand 10 feet tall.

If you stop by and I've not posted anything about politics, the news or my hobbies, know this. I have a second job now. My responsibilities include: the tickle fight (Mostly I win); a game called airborne baby (some lucky baby gets to transform into a real live F-16); blow bubbles on the belly is a blast, sometimes we get to laughing so hard that I never actually get to make the blubbbbberb sound; Baby drop (I don't really drop him, at least not too far, and I always catch him); today we added race to the top of the stairs, (I lost but tomorrow we're going best 2 out of 3). Like my real job, I'm hoping for a promotion soon, horsey rides are in the near future.