Day 248:
Well Conor, today would start quite a bit earlier than I usually care for Saturday's to begin. I've never been a huge advocate of sleep, but I do like getting at least 5 hours... Though today, you were intent on not allowing that to happen. Beginning at around 3:30am, you were just up. Wide awake and talking out loud, no intention of falling back to sleep. For piece of mind and in the hopes of catching a few more winks, Mommy picked you up and brought you to our bed. This is a practice that's becoming more and more frequent and one that I fervently disagree with. Though you do seem to fall back to sleep more easily. Still, our Queen size bed just isn't big enough to feel comfortable with you sleeping in between us, and so Mommy got up and moved to the guest room leaving me to fend off your flailing baby attacks alone...
Okay, so it was a bit of a sleepless night for me, Son. Mommy's off in dreamland in the guest room and you're now bright eyed and bushy tailed as the rooster crowed in the early morning light. I looked at the clock and it read 5:45am. I tried in vein to rap you up and get you to fall back to sleep, thinking to myself that if I could only get another 30 minutes, I'd be ready to face the day. Alas no... I surrendered to the squealing! As well I wanted to let Mommy sleep, at least one of us should get to snooze away the early morning, so I threw on a tee shirt, but you in a tee shirt, and marched downstairs to get your morning bottle. It was 6:00am - earlier than I get up on workdays...
Then I thought, you know, this isn't so bad! Just me and my main man and whatever us boys can get into! So I threw some Frank Sinatra on Spotify (internet radio), made you a bottle, me a strong cup of coffee, and we drank and crooned and laughed the Sun up, Son! But now what? It's not quite 7:00am, we still don't have television... Or do we?! Sure we do! Apple TV!
So off we went to the basement to see what we could find on our pirated internet television... And what's this? The Best of Shark Week?? Yes please!
When Mommy finally joined the living it was just after 8:00am and we'd already had a full day, Boy'O. But why stop there? So up we went to get you fed, me fed, Mommy some coffee, then it was off to the tennis courts for the Gregg Court Invitational... Unfortunately Son, tennis not being my game and in fact, having not played a day in my life until a week ago, Mommy handed me my ass 3 games to 2. But a rematch will be had, you better believe it...
And now, after a day filled with chores and outdoor work, including minor carpentry and major clean up, it's off to see Uncle Paul and Aunt Jennifer and to watch our Washington Redskins take care of the Chicago Bears in the 2nd game of the 2012 preseason!
Yes sir, it's been a good Saturday and it's only getting better, Conor. A Sinatra, sharks, and Skins kinda Saturday...
I love you, Conor.
-Dad
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