You did great! This was a .22, but a guy in the lane beside us even let you shoot his .38 when he found out it was your first time. All the holes in the target are yours – we had separate targets. Most of the misses that show were from 20 yards or more, but for the most part you clustered your shots into a tight area. Great shooting!

This weekend we’re going to go to a real NFL Football game. The 49ers are playing the Falcons. The niners are doing really good this year, too. They’ve only lost one game so far and won three games. Yay yay! We’ll spend the night in San Francisco on Saturday night, then watch the game on Sunday, then drive home. It’s gonna be awesome!

Bring warm clothes ’cause it’s a lot cooler in San Francisco than it is here.

I’m attaching a pic of what our tickets look like.

Go 49ers!

- Daddy -

Date of the game: Sunday, October 11th, 2009.

Added afterward:
The game didn’t go our way. The Falcons beat us 45-10. I was a little bummed that your first every NFL game was a loss for our team, but on the way back to the truck you looked up at me with an enormous smile on your face and said, “That was really fun, dad!”

The photo was taken a few months ago, and I’m only now getting around to posting it here.

This weekend was great. I loved it. We had so much fun and I can’t wait to do it again in two weeks.

As I was organizing your clothes before taking you back to momma I noticed your swim trunk pockets were full of rocks. Nearly everywhere you go you find rocks you like, filling your pockets with them. Often times they end up in mom’s washing machine. It’s so cute and endearing.

The photo was taken just minutes ago with my iPhone. I haven’t awakened you yet.

I love you son!

I really need to write on your blog more often.  I don’t do so nearly enough.

You and I have a very special relationship.  One of the things I notice about father/son relationships is that there are a lot of men who seem too afraid to show affection to their sons.  I can’t understand why some men are like that.   I kiss and hug you at every opportunity, because I’m not sure how long you’ll let me do so.  You often take my hand and squeeze it firmly.   When you look at me  there is no doubt how much you love me, and nobody who knows us doubts that you are the light of my life.  I’m so very proud that your mother and I have maintained a great friendship relationship despite being divorced, because you ultimately benefit from it.  So do I.

You’re the most intelligent second grader I’ve ever met, and I’m not simply saying that because I’m your father.  Not only that, you are very sensitive and such a great kid. A few weeks ago I bought the “Iron Man” game for you.  When playing it, your mother mentioned that she didn’t like some of the language she heard coming from the game.  Although it was something you wanted badly, you didn’t throw a fit at your mother’s objections.  You simply said, “That’s okay, mommy… we can exchange it for something else.”  And that’s exactly how you react to similar situations.

Your mother and I?  We’re SO blessed.

Son, you’re my world.  I love you so much. 

The little boy thought it would be fun to run from the beautiful mommy:

And the beautiful mommy thought it would be fun to chase the little boy:

They both had a BLAST and laughed and laughed as the beautiful mommy chased the little boy:

Until the beautiful mommy stepped on a wicked bee, which stung her foot:

THE END

It’s been awhile since I’ve added anything to this blog, almost a year, but tonight I really wanted to do so.

Having a son is the best experience of my life. By simply being alive, you bring so much joy into my life. I never realized I could love so deeply until you arrived. I’ve always been pretty happy, but you make everything so much better.

Today you received your first copy of Boy’s Life magazine. We’re going to do a science project together. It’s a monthly feature of that magazine and I’m really looking forward to doing this one with you just as soon as we gather all the items we need to complete it. Let’s do this every month, okay?

You’re growing so quickly.

You’re also learning just as quickly. You’re such an intelligent boy, my son. Tonight you showed me your progress report which states that, as of today, you’ve read 170,003 words so far this school year. Then you brought out a pencil and paper to demonstrate how you’re able to add three digit numbers, and how your mother is teaching you multiplication even before your school begins doing so. My heart nearly exploded from my chest when you asked me a few questions and then had me sign off on your reading homework. Mommy gets to do that all the time, but for me it’s not something I’ve done very often. I love it. I’ve dreamed of helping you with homework, and now I get to do so once in awhile.

I love you more than words can express.

Love,

Daddy

I talked to you until you were bored. I know when that time comes because out of nowhere you say, “Good byyyye!” It doesn’t matter if I’m in the middle of a sentence or not. That means, “Sorry dad, I’m bored and have no further interest in continuing this conversation”. After saying goodbye you often simply hang up. You’re the only person that can hang up on me without annoying me. It amuses me when you do it.

This time, however, your mom took the phone. She let me know that she’d been upstairs and had no idea you called me. You have my cell phone number memorized, it was 10pm, and you just figured it was a good time to have a chat with dad. My chest inflated when I heard that.

I know I say it all the time, but I love you very much. In my personal blog just the other day I wrote about how I enjoy playing card games with you simply because you like them so much. I usually hate card games and board games. I always have. But spending that time with you and watching how much you love playing them makes me enjoy them also.

It also endears me to see how much of a mommy’s boy you are. You’ll defend her in any situation. Just last week your mother and I were on the phone and reached a point where we disagreed a little. We weren’t yelling by any means, but as we discussed the issue our tones indicated to you that we didn’t agree. I heard you saying something to mommy in the background. She came back to the phone and said, “Caden wants me to tell you that you are wrong and mommy is right.” On matters where you can tell your mother and I don’t agree, this is the case every time: mommy is right. I love that about you.

When I’m at your house, one of your favorite games is saving mommy from dad. I’ll start to go toward her and put up my hands like I’m going to tickle her. You come running to smash your body into mine in order to knock me away. The only problem with this game is that once it starts you want it to continue until long after I’m ready to stop. I usually distract you by turning my tickle fingers on to you and chasing you upstairs, which eventually leads to a game of hide and seek or a wrestling match.

Caden didn’t want to kiss me goodbye when I dropped him off at class today…… (His friends were around)

From: Daddy
Sent: Tuesday, Sep 12, 2006 8:26 PM
To: Mommy

That’s very sad. I hate that, actually. I’ll add it to his blog.

From: Mommy
Sent: Wednesday, September 13, 2006 6:59 AM
To: Daddy

He told me later today it was because a kid kept saying he saw him kiss me. He said the kid wasn’t teasing him but wouldn’t stop saying it. He brought it up again after school, not me. So, it brought up a good conversation about not letting what other people think determine what you do…it was very good. So, we’ll see what he chooses to do today. He’s no less sweeter….he loves his momma.