Day 361:
Well Son, you've gone from a feeble crawl to a full on cruise in a matter of only a couple of days! It's now to the point where setting you on the floor and turning around to grab a cup of coffee means you're undoubtedly going to get your hands on something you shouldn't. Case in point, I spin around to grab the afore mentioned coffee, and by the time I'd spun back around you'd moved three feet, grabbed the power cord for my MacBook, and started to shove the 'hot' end into your mouth. Needless to say, I'm pretty pleased that Apple employs a magnetic power source thus rendering it useless docked to the appropriate receptor. It was truly a lesson learned and we're all lucky it wasn't the hard way...
Aside from your Lion Hearted-ly quick reflexes developing into something to recon with, the other news of the day, at least as far as you're concerned, is that you've turned the corner from how you felt yesterday. Though a raspy cough did manage to take its toll and has left you with a bit of a hoarse, raspy voice. Regardless, it's not bothering you at all, that's for sure!
We're staying steady with the breathing treatments and they're doing their job. You're breathing easier though, like any cold, it's gonna take a couple days to work its way out of your tiny little system. Still, better to be a sickie now than on your birthday!
As for the day itself, well, it was certainly a good one, Conor! Your Uncle Justin came over to watch our Washington Redskins beat the dreaded neighboring Baltimore Ravens, and in overtime no less! And on top of that, Mommy used left over fried turkey to make the most ridiculously delicious turkey chili I could have ever imagined! Fried turkey, okra, onions, green chilies, white beans... Mmmmm GOOD! A perfect concoction for a day such as this... That's to say rainy, overcast, and cold... Nothing like a good authentic home cooked chili to take the chill off while celebrating the Redskins four game winning streak!
Now I'm off to pack because I'm flying out, yet again, to Tampa for some more business meetings. Though I'll be home on Tuesday, Boy'O. Along with your Grandpa K9 and Memeow! Gonna be a fun week for you, Conor... My big little birthday boy...
I love you, Boy'O.
-Dad
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