Driving to pain...

Busy weekend at Casa de Pavao. I taught the boy how to change the oil in the cars. I think we might need to go over that again. After that I did a ton of yard work. I planted some flowers and set up a little sprinkler system.

The boy seems to enjoy doing these things. That's good because when he is 12 he's going to be doing it while I play video games. We've been playing soccer a lot lately too. Our dog loves to play as well, and the boy has really taken to it.

Last year I had taken the boy to the driving range and he did as well as a 2 year old would do. He seemed to have fun, but didn't get the concepts. Now the boy is almost 3 and this time was a little different. He was actually hitting the golf balls and enjoying time with dad.

I am horrible at the driving range. I can't hit the ball straight to save my life. It was proven fairly obviously as the boy was in the next station beside me hitting golf balls. I go for a swing and it hits him in the leg. I am aiming 1 way and the ball goes 90 degrees in the other direction to hit the boy.

Only me.

He starts crying and says he wants to go home. The boy needs to man up more. He cries far too often over the littlest things. I love my son and he is smart as hell. I can talk to him like I talk to an adult, but I really cannot tolerate his whining. I realize that he almost 3 and not 15, but I'm trying to break him out of these bad habits.

He's been telling me "I can't" lately. I HATE that. It's such an easy crutch to fall on. I finally pulled the boy aside and told him to stop that stuff. He can do whatever he wants, and that saying "I can't" is not the way to be.

This blog is crap. It's incoherent, but I felt I owed my 1 reader something for missing last week.