A Perfect Sunday

It was my turn to get up with Jack and let the Missus sleep, so at 7:15 AM I woke to the sounds of Jack running through his litany of learned words.  "Dad."  "Apple."  Some gibberish, and then, "Dad."  I crept downstairs, put his morning bottle in some hot water and made a pot of coffee.  Then I came back upstairs and opened his bedroom door.

"Dad!"  He was sitting up in his crib, holding a pair of socks in his hand.  "Da." I graciously took his socks and with a flourish stuffed them in the pocket of my sweats.  Then, scooping him up we made our way over to his dresser where we greeted each of his stuffed animals and decided which one to take downstairs with us.  After careful consideration (and a close call with his "sitting monkey") Jack settled on his torn Elmo doll.  We went down the hallway, pausing to admire ourselves in the giant mirror I put up last weekend, and hopped downstairs for some breakfast.

The Missus woke up and came downstairs about 45 minutes later, just in time to steal approximately 33% of the breakfast I made for the two of us (neither of us minded).  After an hour of eating, changing diapers and clothes, and a run through of blocks, trains, and some Sesame Street, we all went outside to clean up the yard.  While I began raking the backyard, the Missus and Jack had a friendly visit with the woman next door, who lent Jack a plastic rake that looked to be made especially for 18 month old boys.  He went at the divider in the driveway while the Missus hit the garden and I moved my way around to the front yard.

A few hours later I was finishing up the front (we had a lot of leaves) when the Missus came out with a wrapped ham and cheese sandwich.  I brought in the house to have lunch with the family.  Refreshed, I went out to put the finishing touches on the yard while she put Jack to bed for his nap.  I snuck out to pick up some groceries at the local bakery and stopped by Starbucks on my way home for some cake and coffee, David Bowie blaring through the speakers (for some reason classic rock always sounds best on Sundays) as I pulled up in front of the house.  The Missus was relaxing on the couch, curled up watching a show about first time house buyers.  I went upstairs to my office with my coffee.  Quick shower, a couple comic books unread from the previous Sunday, and my iPod and within about 20 minutes I was out like a light on the futon.

A "quick nap" turned into about 2.5 hours, and I woke up just as the light was starting to fade.  Everyone was in good spirits, and I barbecued enough for today and tomorrow when I had jack again to myself for the evening.  More playing that originated as attempts to practice 1-2-3's and A-B-C's but devolved into tickle fights and singing, and the boy was off for a quick bath and lights out.  We sat down for a movie (RUN, FATBOY RUN, her choice, which was surprisingly funny) and that was it.  The Missus took a shower and turned in, I grabbed a glass of wine and turned here to check some emails and try to get a few hundred more words down on the novel.

So, the last part didn;t work out so well, but I'm glad I was able to get down how nice today was, even if it doesn't quite translate down to the reader the way I intend it.

Hope you all had a great weekend as well.