Day 284:
Today was one of those "not much to do, so let's not do anything" kinda days, Boy'O. I mean sure, there were still chores to be done, errands to run, and a house to be cleaned, but through all the "life" stuff, there you were... Ready to go.
Firstly, your dogs, though more specifically Mickie, were in dyer need of some work at the groomers and so that would be the order of the day. Poor Mickie, Conor, it's amazing she's not bald. I've never seen a dog shed more at the changing of the seasons. The temperature drops a few degrees and she dumps fur like it's her job. So much in fact, there's not a vacuum on the market that can handle the hair balls! I know because we have one of the best vacuums money can buy and that thing clogs up faster than the exit door at a Redskins game in the third quarter. (Our Skins stunk up the field today, Son. At home. Embarrassing. Can't talk about it.)
After dropping the dogs at the groomer, grabbing a bite to eat, running a few errands, and returning home it was all you and Mommy could do to keep your eyes open. And so off you went to take naps. Me? It's football Sunday, Boy'O. In this house that means we're either watching football or playing football. Seeing as how I have the knees of an 80 year old man, playing football is out and so I set up shop in the basement, clicked on the TV, and enjoyed a little down time. Though when you awoke from your nap, you were ready to go, Conor. And I was all to happy to have the company...
Before long I had one eye on the second half of the (abysmal) game and one eye on you. We rough housed and played on the couch and on the floor. I had you on my shoulders, my stomach, my neck, and my back. And you laughed and laughed hard for the ENTIRE remainder of the afternoon, Conor. I quickly forgot about the 'Skins and just couldn't wait for my next excited "Da-Da!!" from you.
Though the highlight of the day came by way of a friend, Son. I mentioned yesterday we hung out with Aunt Jen and Uncle Paul and so many other good friends... One of those was Jessica and she was showing off the brand new camera she'd received that very day... Well, your Aunt Jess came through with one of the greatest shots I've ever seen in my life, and I'm not even saying that as it pertains to you. Though certainly, you make any photographers job easier, Conor. Never the less the picture in this entry was that shot and I swear to you I've not stopped looking at it all day. If there was ever an embodiment of a soul in a photograph, this picture holds you in precisely the light for which you live your life. It is simply magnificent and frankly, I could have posted this pic and not said another word and I'm sure that anybody seeing this blog would have understood.
I love you so much, Conor. You are an amazing boy and without question the most handsome creature I have ever seen.
Sincerely,
-Dad
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