Dear Daddy Diary-
Aw come on. I can’t put Dear Diary. I’m a Daddy. Okay. Let’s start over.
Dear Cool Book that resembles an NFL playbook-
There we go. That’s better.
So, today, my place of work decided to make some “changes.” Yeah, we all know what that means. Let’s not think of the employees. Let’s think of the BOTTOMLINE. So, I was a bit down when I came home from work.
And, there they were, standing there waiting to play. My two little monsters. My 3yr old daughter wanted to play in the “cushion pool.” (Cushion pool is defined as the place where all of the pillows and cushions from the living room couch and love seat reside when not in their proper place) My 18 month old son wanted to play “fumble.” He likes to throw the football in the “cushion pool,” then proceed to have a 4 person pile up while we all scramble for the ball. I laugh so hard that I have tears running down my cheeks as my Extraordinary wife gets stuck between two of the cushions, and then yells at me for laughing. She, of course, takes the football and chucks it at me which makes me laugh harder.
After a nice dinner, where, of course, the kids don’t eat mommy’s lasagna (I love my wife’s cooking by the way. She is very, very good.), we proceed to play a game of hide-and-go-seek which is very entertaining with an 18 month old. He likes to count, hide his face, and then scream. And scream. And scream…which makes me laugh again, so I scream with him. We have a blast all the way up until pj time which turns into brush teeth time and then ends in bed time. Everything has a ‘time’ with kids that young. You have to keep ‘em moving otherwise they’ll get bored, and then all heck breaks loose (heck is a word I use a lot more now than I did, say, 4 years ago).
Everyone drops to two knees and thanks God for the day’s events. When my turn came around, I had completely forgotten about the “work” day and the “work” bottomline. The only bottomline that concerned me was the bottomline I was wiping because my 18 month old, of course, had one last surprise for us before bed time. You know what? I’ll take that bottomline anytime.
We closed with our own personal rendition of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.” Here’s a sample…Un…Two…Fwee Stwides U Out At Dee Ole Bowl Game…Hooooray.” There’s not a sweeter sound ever to be heard.
Lights out. Day over. Best Part is … I get to do it all again tomorrow.
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