DaSauceGuy wishes deeply that there were an easy way to collect the little bits of flying fluff that are the new thoughts of a novice human learning to make his way through our world.

Since the day DaKiddo was born, there are moments that My Dumb Ass� has wanted to capture and hold. Knowing that memory will just-have-to-serve sometimes seems so incredibly limiting. Use of a platform like this diary is yet another minor (and so very slippery and thin) way to try to snag some of those fast moving vignettes. In combination, they�ll have to do for the nonce as we don�t have a permanent storage unit for our daily perceptions. A container that we could go back and visit at will or drag someone else to see.

Yeah. That would be a lovely moment. Shit.

This goof can just imagine. [Worse than baby pictures, by far.]

C�mere! Look at this� wasn�t he cute through my eyes at this particular (five year old) juncture?

Look!!!

And you groan as you are dragged (yet again) to the viewer that gives you the chance to see one more slightly interesting or cute thing that doesn�t really connect with your frame of reference or emotions.

Nice thinking Sauce.

But to some extent, that is what YerDiarist is doing some days. And he tries to make it fun enough to make YouDaReader roll back and gawk just one more time at the love he feels for an amazing little ginger-haired lad.

[In an odd Mutha-phucking mood tonight are we SauceBoy? Yes, thanks. We are.]

OK.

Thanks for bearing with the ongoing attempts at--and slightly bent--introspection ability from this particularly SauceLike dad.

On to some random moments with DaBoy today?

At lunch: �I�m an omnivore. So, you can feed me anything but Cole-slaw because even though I eat meats, nuts, vegetables, and all. This omnivore thinks THAT STUFF is not part of the everything that we omnivore boys eat.�

PreShower Sauce with his face foamed up: �Dad? Shaving is like Toothbrushing, isn�t it?�

�What do you mean, pal?�

�Well with a toothbrush you get all the yuck off your teeths and with a razor you do the same, but not with your teeth, you do it with your face.�

In the car: �Do you mind turning off the music for a little bit of time, dad?�

�No, buddy. What�s up?� Off goes Eric Bibb�s Livin',Lovin' An' Doin'

�I�m trying to remember something and each time I start to remember it, Eric Bibb tries to remind me of something else.�

Tucking him in this evening: �Dad?�

�Yes, Sir?�

�You know, it would be good if we didn�t have to have our legs in the way sometimes when we sleep because there are times when they can�t find the right place and others when they annoy the covers.�

Excuse your sappy, drippy, goofy, diarist. But he loves his lad very much.

--DatTooDamnedParentLikeSauce