Here he is, the newest member of our tribe.
Yes, that is Kingdom of Loathing in the background, I’m an addict.
Now, about our Charlie. He’s a little piggy. His entire goal in life is to eat as much as humanly possible for a brand new person. At his four day doctor appointment, he was one ounce short of his birth weight.
His feet are enormous. They are as big, in proportion, as a size 14 or 15 would be on a short man. And, he does not like having his feet, nor his butt, messed with. Every diaper change is a test, as he screams through them.
Other than that, Charlie is a quiet little guy, just like his big brother, Tre. Tre is in love with his brother, having to kiss him, good morning, good night, there you are, oh, just let me love him, etc.
Lori and Richie (my brother and his girlfriend) just gave birth to a sweet baby boy. Charles Ronald was born just a little while ago weighing 7 pounds 1 ounce and 20 inches long.
Pictures later in the week.
I know you’re using my friendship. I realize that, I am not stupid. You pop in and out, talk to me for a minute then wander off. Keeping my friendship on the line for when you need it.
And, I hate myself for allowing it.
A smile pops onto my face when you first talk to me, no matter how hard I try to not smile. Hearing your voice makes me happy for some odd reason.
I hate that.
I know your type. Hell, my teenage years were encompassed by people just like you. Until I was 21 they were like that. Then, I thought I had woken up.
In a way I have. At least I recognize it now, even if I am too damn nice to get away from it.
I really hate that.