Baseball

I was raised following boxing, but Jett is showing signs that he is a baseball fan. The problem is that I have a really hard time following baseball because it is a very slow sport. I guess for this I will need to turn to my friend Mike Krieger, he is a baseball fan and he can help me teach Jett the inner workings of the sport.

I want Jett to be one of those guys that sits around the water cooler and talks about all the great memories he has of when his dad would take him down to coors field as a kid. I think I am going to need to start subscribing to the newspaper and keeping up with the stats (assuming the newspapers survive).

Jett Has Become an Outdoorsman

Well, following our camping trip from a couple a weeks ago I think it is safe to say that Jett is a real outdoor enthusiast. I was so happy to be able to catch Jett his first trout on a White River Zig Jig in Estes Park. You should have seen the little guys face, first he looked at the fish and his eyes got about as big as quarters, then he looked at me and reached out his little hand to touch it. Unfortunately, I did not have my camera at that exact moment... but I swear the fish was huge, it had to be 23 inches long, ask Jett, I swear.

Jett is Messy

It's nice to see that Jett, like his dad and most men for that matter, is a mess. It is also nice to see that this problem with being messy apparently starts at a very, very early age. I can't remember what I was like a 10 months old, but Jett has gone through enough paper towels in the last 11 months to fill a small landfill.

Just like dad, he is constantly running around, getting things out, and making a complete disaster. I really do feel for my wonderful wife Jessie. I mean, Jett and I try our hardest to keep our stuff put away, but we seem to always come up short. For instance, the other day I cooked a steak for Jett and I (ribeye, which Jett absolutely loved) and after cutting it into little tiny piece about the size of the buttons on a phone, I put it in front of the little man for him to savor and enjoy. I turned around for about two minutes and, to my surprise, I came back to find Jett's plate completely empty. I was so proud of my little man, but upon closer inspection I found that roughly 30% of the ribeye ended up on Jett's shirt and pants, 40% ended up all over the floor, 27% was consumed, and about 3% ended up in his hair.

It wasn't exactly how I envisioned our first steak together, but I can't really blame Jett for being frustrated. It can't be all that enjoyable to eat steak with five teeth.