When the day begins, Conor, I like to take my time. At least on the weekends... The weekdays are a bit different; somewhat of a more frenetic pace. Wake up, shower, coffee, bottle for you, walk the dogs, feed the dogs, dress you, feed you, pack you up, off to daycare, get to work... It's a grind. And it's ever changing. Mommy has her duties, I have mine. The life of the dual income household. But then there are the weekends...
I like to start my Saturdays and Sundays at close to the opposite end of the spectrum from the other five days of the week. In fact, I won't even crack an eye until hearing a peep out of you. At that point it's a matter of a good stretch, a walk to the bathroom, some creeks, pops, and cracks from my ailing old joints (I played a little harder than most growing up, Son. Like all things, there are consequences to your actions, though I regret not a one...) before making my way to your room to stop your lonely cries.
At the point of picking you up though, a peace and calm falls over me that truly starts the day. This morning for example, after taking you from your crib and getting you changed, I brought you downstairs, set you in your highchair, gave you a bottle to hang on to, and turned out some music; nice and low so as to fill the house with sound whilst I shuffle around at an easy pace doing the things we would otherwise be engaged in as though our hair is on fire... This morning it was "Shine On" radio on Pandora, a Pink Floyd station. And of the music playing were tunes like Pink Floyd's "Shine On You Crazy Diamond", Led Zeppelin's "Stairway to Heaven", and Buffalo Springfield's "Something's Happening Here"... Classics, easy, calming...
For the first time in five days I'm able to turn off my brain and simply, be... It's time well spent, Boy'O. Down time. Relax time. Me and You time. Family time. Dog time. Do whatever-the-hell-I-want time... Temporary as though it may be.
As for you, it's just a joy to sit and watch you. Watch you mimic everything we do. Listen to you call the dogs by pointing at them and saying over and over "DAG! DAG DAG!" It's just such fun. And though you're still not walking yet, you're afraid of close to nothing and I believe only days away from the first big cruise! Time will tell of course and assuredly, when that day comes there will be a new blog post!
I love you, Conor... Thanks for an easy breezy Saturday.
-Dad
