Lyon – Chapter 89
“Caitlin baby give daddy a break will ya?”
“Dada, da, da.”
“I’m gonna da, da, da you in a minute get over here.”
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tle more lax than I when it comes to parenting. She says ‘oh she’s supposed to do that or don’t worry Colt that’s normal’.
t I stood over her to make sure she was breathing right and shit before I went to bed.
ff at the pass. Now realistically I know there are no guarantees in life but I couldn’t help myself. Now instead of one I had two people to protect and take care of.
elievable after having seen the birth process.
overdo it but all in all things went fine. I was tired as f**k most of the time because Caitlin woke up every hour on the hour that first two or so months.
hen she and daddy had their talks.
ed. She smiles and my heart melts and s
earing from everyone around here. Like I give a f**k.
in the light sockets it’s an ongoing battle, which I’m losing handily.
re stuffing it in her mouth and grinning.
a kid that’s less than a year old needs all this shit is beyond me.
’t think I’ve ever seen so many decorations in one place at once.
re safe. They seem like choking hazards to me.
though, which was just one more thing for the peanut gallery to l
and was off and toddling towards the brightly wr
ldn’t have taught her the ABCs if she was sitting in front of the TV all day now could he?
f an hour before I went
ay Caitie bear? Bananas, pears, carrots?” She banged away on her highch
le playing airplane with her to make it more fun. Of course she didn’
o the unlit fireplace and I groaned. What’s with this kid and fire? I lit the fireplace and she clapped her hands in glee. She rocked back and forth on my lap
that communication was very important. She soon grew bored and wanted down so she could go off and do something else. I looked around at all the shit in the room from beneath the tree to the middle of the floor.
pposed to.
flames. I’m raising a little pyromaniac.
he would sit there for hours just gazing at the fire. I had the thing covered with a protective screen so she couldn’t hurt herself but I still worry about her getting in
ct her as much as I can even when I’m not there.
me I turned around she was at the fireplace trying to pull the screen off. How the f**k?
. Her little face scrunched up, her lip trembled and big fat tears filled her eyes; gutted.
wasn’t even really a hit.
n. She clung to daddy’s neck and thankfully the cries didn’t last too long because I couldn’t have borne that. I spent the next ten minutes walking up and down with her in my arms talking
own. Giving me sneaky looks just like her damn mother, go figure.
rself and looked around for something to keep her occupied.