Today was very amazing. My Will calls me up and ask if I want to go crabbing with him and our friend Katy. I said sure and the three of us went down to the Chesapeake Bay. We only caught one crab, but hey it was all in good fun.

Afterwards, we headed out to some area across the bridge from downtown Annapolis. I swear the area we were out could be set up at some type of ninja warrior training ground. We were climbing fences, jumping barriers and hanging from metal bars. Haha, I've...

Shit! That's right shit. At least so I thought, for the past month or so he's being saying it alot. I just kinda cringed and promised myself to cleanup my language.

However today, we were reading Touch and Feel Pets book and he pointed to the shiny orange goldfish and said SHIT!

Phew, it's fish not shit he's saying, and about a month ago is when we spent about 30 minutes straight in the pet shop looking at the koi, he was simply amazed, I was simply bored! Anyway...

I may as well just give up on discipline already. Cade isn't even two yet and he knows how to manipulate me.

So I'm not proud of this, but I had to spank him yesterday. I've been trying for a couple weeks to get him to stop hitting me, and nothing was working. A doctor (and yes a minority, Russell Peters would be happy to know) suggested that I paddle him for it..I guess it was my final resistance, I was getting desperate to stop it.

So I did it, I felt horrible....