The Laziest of Sundays

Day 131:

Today was a cold and rainy day Conor... It was a day that's good for nothing other than lounging around on the couch, watching playoff hockey, and having some fun with you...  And actually given everything else in the World, all the different things we could be doing, a day in our warm house was exactly what the Doctor ordered.  It was instead a wonderful time to just kick back and enjoy being with you, Boy'O.  For both Mommy and me...

Tragically however, Mommy somehow managed to get you into that Philadelphia Flyers onesie and so I had to look at it all day long... Though it wasn't so bad I guess...  Mommy being more a hockey fan than that of any other professional sport, it was the one concession (strictly pertaining to Professional sports teams) I was willing to make, and so I find myself supporting the cause despite my allegiance to both mine and your birth city, Washington DC...  Moreover, Mommy's Flyers not only won their game against the dreaded Pittsburg Penguins (a team neither of us can stand), but they closed out their series against the Pens and are advancing in the Stanley Cup Tournament.

Conversely, and despite a heroic effort to take their third game in the last six to over-time, my Washington Capitals fell to the defending Champions, the Boston Bruins.  And though our season is still alive with the Bruins having pressed the effort to a Game 7 at Boston Gardens in a few days, the Capitals were poised to knock out the champs and advance as well... Now we'll have to wait and see.  Though lemme tell you, Son.  Nothing would be as exciting as a Capitals vs. Flyers best of seven playoff series!  And though it may mean my temporary excommunication from pretty much everybody on Mommy's side of the family, I assure you we would watch with rapt attention and have a great time doing it...

Otherwise, it was a really slow and comfortable Sunday.  Just what the Doctor ordered... And tomorrow it's back to daycare, back to work, back to the grind...  But it's all made better coming home to you.

I love you, Son.
-Dad