Keeping Me Up

As you can see in this picture, Benicio has begun to grow...to mammoth proportions. He is in the 90th percentile in height (he's a little low in weight but being a Curiel I'm confident he will overcome this tiny hurdle). With growth comes pain and with pain comes screams and with screams come me waking up at 2 in the morning on a Tuesday and not being able to fall asleep again until about 5:30. It's his molars and I can remember when my molars came in the second time and I don't think it hurt this much. So maybe Benicio is just being a baby about this growing experience. I tried having a talk with him about this the other day and the following is what transpired:

"Sooo...Benicio...What is really the problem here? Because I think it's not just the molars in your mouth but the molars in your heart trying to come out."

"Da-Da!"

"Benicio! This is not a joking matter. I'm trying to understand you here. It doesn't help when you act as if you can't understand me..."

"Da-Da!!! Oohhh...ohhh!!! Shima...uhh, uhhh...Ma-Ma!"

"Okay...I guess you don't want to talk about it. I can understand that. It's not easy dealing with something like this. Good talk son."

It may appear that we have a communication problem but this is early in our father son relationship. I don't think Mr. Brady was a fatherly wonder a year after Greg was born. Then again, I heard Mike Brady's first wife was a B-to-the-Yatch so I would assume he wasn't around too much during that first year. I'm pretty sure Mike didn't master his talent until after Bobby was born. That's a good 5 years, so I gots me some time.

So it seems that Benicio and I have some growing up to do...together. Soon I will have mastered the art of Fathering and reach my goal of becoming the best father I can be. A father that will be there when his son needs him. A father that will bail his son out of any mess he gets into. A father who will look the other way when his son brings home some skanky whore who is obviously just using Benicio to benefit her future career in the prostituting industry. A father like...this guy.

Peace!