Kevin of cocktailswithkevin still alive and well

Since my postings have become about as infrequent as comprehensible state of the union addresses, I've decided to try something new: timed writings. Well, not exactly timed writings as in I start writing and 30 minutes later a woman at the front of the room announces OK everybody pencils down. More like I've got about an hour between the time my kid goes down for a nap and the time she wakes up, so I'm gonna see if I can get something done online during that time besides making my internet Scrabble rating abysmally lower.

My life has been outright busy lately. I can't blame work because I left the job I so enjoyed once it no longer meshed with my fatherhood schedule. I do have a home listed once again after taking a real estate hiatus. If anyone knows someone wanting to move to Roswell, GA, and they have $209,000 I have the house for them. I interview this evening for a side gig I wouldn't mind having, but none of these things are particularly time consuming in and of themselves. I don't really have any active hobbies right now other than downloading internet porn reading a couple good books, so it's not as though I can blame that. Even still my time seems to pass faster than Roseanne Barr down a waterslide.

It's this kid.

Now not to worry. I'm not going to let this blog get all daddified. I'm just not about that, but not only is my daughter the most amazing thing to come my way since Reese's peanut butter cups, she grows so fast. Watching her develop is like being a spectator at a Formula One race. There's always something happening. She's always doing something different or making new sounds. One of my weekly highlights is trying out a new food. I can't wait to boil up and puree sweet potato.

What does that say about me?

Speaking of food, I've pretty much made everything solid Meryl's eaten thus far and I really think that's the way to go. Now I don't mean my wife and I grew the food on our compound and then brought it in from the garden, but rather than spending the money on jarred babyfood, I've taken a liking to picking up something in the produce section and dumping it in the food processor. I don't slight anybody who still prefers the Gerber stuff and it's not like we're a granola holistic family. I don't buy the organic stuff riddled with soft spots and fruit flies. But so far Meryl's enjoyed pumpkin, green beans, squash, banana and mango. She's liked everything so far, though she did make this odd face and a hacking sound whenever I tried to feed her the green beans. You'd think I was feeding her dirt.

It just dawned on me (now that she's waking up) that if I write with a very limited time to dedicate to it, my writing tends to be rambling and without focus.

Oh well. You get what you pay for.