Happy Birthday, BT!!!
Last week Greg was off in the mornings all week, so he got up and put Aidan on the bus. This morning I did it. It was a little heart-catching. He's so tiny and the bus is so big. I had to hand him up to the attendant, then she carried him to his carseat and buckled him in, and then waved his little fist at me through the window.
He had me hold him the whole time we waited for the bus, and I had to take his fuzzy blanket away from him before we left the house.
Awwwww. He's write on the edge of baby and big boy. Broken.
{{{Gud}}} You are not a bad person. You are just caught in a very difficult situation.
I'm sorry, Gud, but if more fathers were as "bad" as you, the world would be a better place, imo.
Sounds like you've changed a lot since you got together. It happens. But it's sad.
Gud, I'm so sorry. You're not a bad person. You've struggled a long time in a difficult situation. I hope that there's ultimately a solution that will give everyone in your family peace and a chance for happiness.
I had to take his fuzzy blanket away from him before we left the house.
This is what broke me.
{{{Gud}}}
In every post of yours I've ever read, I've marveled at what an involved, loving, thoughtful parent you are. You're not a bad guy. You're in a bad situation. I hope it works out so you can have some happiness and some peace.
Thanks for all the punctuation everybody.
I'm feeling somewhat virtuous: I'm making Brazilian Coconut Chicken Stew for dinner, and realized it was a recipe I could include in the cookbook, so I just typed it up.
{{{{Gud}}}}} All the punctuation you need.
Gosh, Gud. I'm sorry. {{Gud}}
Happy American birthday, billytea!
