Today we’re enjoying a full on Daddy day. There’s no daycare, no mom, and most importantly, no work. Just him and me and the dogs. I'm not sure what the plan is when he wakes up. We'll probably do some kicking, some singing, and maybe some reading if we have time, but then it's on to the good stuff. BB guns, fishing, dirt bikes, I think I have some old bottle rockets in the basement...we'll see what the day brings...
Daddy Day couldn't come at a better time. On Monday I came home from work feeling like death. I thought it was food poisoning, then the flu, possibly Polio...I don’t know, my mind tends to wander...
My parents were visiting from Texas so it was kind of a bad time to be in need of an exorcist. That and the fact that there's a 3 month old baby in the house.
I was quickly whisked away and quarantined, where I spent the next 13 hours in bed alone, watching Netflix on my phone. Poor me. I could hear my son and my dad in the other room, laughing and giggling, possibly at my expense.
I woke up the next morning feeling human again, but was still banished from my little guy, having to sleep in the guest room. It did get me out of diaper duty, but by then I almost missed it.
By mid-week I was finally back to normal. There was color in my face and I could breathe without moaning. I won’t take my health for granted anytime soon, or my son for that matter. Holding and kissing him is too much fun.
Being back at full speed I've vowed to never again lick the handles on public restroom toilets. I need to be healthy and keep my stamina up if I expect to hang with this little guy on the move.
Speaking of which, I just heard him stir...it's time to go work on that jump shot!