i think i need to take parenting classes.

before i had buster, i never doubted my potential parenting skills.

now he’s 5months old (35 human months) and it’s like i’m taking crazy pills.

that dr.spock is full of shit!

if i dont get things under control then i fear that nothing will be left of my hand-me-down-bachelor-faux-leather couch but a pile of foam.

when i got my first pet–mork the cat–misty handled all of the discipline and i was quite content to be his “papa”, the one who would secretly feed him tortilla chips and french fries under the table.

also i weighed buster today and he’s 16.5lb.

i love him like a crazy person.

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