It's been weeks. I got lax. I got lazy. I got Latty. I've had many emotions since my last entry, but I just didn't feel like writing. The kid got scared of thunder last night. There is something weird still that a little lifeform gets comfort from jumping into my arms and listening to my heartbeat. I guess the fact I never had a father makes this situation new for me. I had my mother of course, but I'm teaching myself how to be a dad because I never had one whom I can reference. I think I'm too mean to him sometimes and I need to figure new ways to have him behave as he needs to.

Sunday, Ziggy stayed with my mom, and I had something special planned. But like Hannibal on The A-Team, it didn't work out right.