So, there are days where I wonder if I personally am the one that caused my son to be the way he is. Don't think for one minute that Scott is not a good kid; he is, he just sees the world a little differently and always has. When I was pregnant with Scotty, Scott was trying to get divorced from Briana's mom. Let's just say that it was a incredibly stressful time in my life. Not only had we been dating and I was trying to learn how to become a mother figure to a child whose real mother was selfish and emotionally abusive to her own child, but I was trying to help the man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with get divorced from said person. Needless to say... while pregnant with Scott Michael, I was under constant stress and strain.... all I remember about that time was feeling like there was something that needed to explode out of me like a geyser on a daily basis.
The day came that I has Scotty, and well it was not a difficult labor or anything... I am one of those women who was made to have children. Once I starting going...it was a matter of a few hours and two pushes later... there was a kiddo. Devon was the same way. Anyway, when Scotty was born, everything was good, the only scary moment was that the cord was around his neck a couple of times... the best news about that was that is was really loose.. but scary none the less.
He was a pretty normal baby...for the most part.... not too fussy... not really anything out of the ordinary. The only thing that I ever noticed was that he was a guys guy.... he wanted to be with the men more then mom or the women. He never pushed away from me or from grandmas... he just preferred daddy and his friends.
Scotty literally was born into and grew up around football.... Scott used to play in a Semi-Pro league for men..and we at one point owned a team. This might explain alot of the wanting to hang out with the boys behavior. Scotty learned to crawl while at practice and learned to walk at practice. As you can tell Football was and well still is a HUGE part of our lives. I remember one time, we were at a middle school field... and really there was no place to put Scotty, he was maybe a couple of months old and I had him bundled up in his stroller.. and I had it tucked on the side of the bleachers, which were close to the field. All of a sudden, I see this big MAN flying by me and he literally dove up in the air and over the fence to miss the stroller. Another time we were at the practice field... and by this time Scotty was walking.... or well toddling around. We were away from practice.... far enough I thought to let him roam around in the grass.... next thing I know... there is a young kid... Ian... running towards us and a long bomb from the QB..... DISASTER.... Again, apparently these guys were really aware of the kiddo because he was always around, because before I know it.... Ian, jumps up catches the ball and somehow manages to completely miss Scotty....
