Okay so the last one was a little somber. And it's been a while since I put anything down here, so I'm sure you're wondering whatever came of this.

I picked Caden up from Bridget's parents' that evening, and instead of crying and getting down on myself, I was thrilled to see him. He was happy, I was happy, everything was right with the world. When Bridget came home, I slipped back into my old ways.

Skipping over all the intimate details, we discussed the issue, I got pretty upset, but when that part was finished, I felt a lot better. Have I smoked since then? Yeah, like one a day. But I'm doing a lot better than I was before.

Caden had his giant poop this morning. It was one that required him to take a bath immediately afterwards. The big problem is that he does part in the diaper, then a bunch out of the diaper, and only pees after the pooping is finished. So while we're trying to keep him from getting covered in his own shit, he throws a curve ball and pees into the air. Justice is served, however, as this morning the pee went right in his own face. Twice.