Day Eight was a suburb day. It began with a busy work schedule, but after the show I bought some groceries and picked Mads up from Nana’s cottage type house. She has four teeth now! um, all on the bottom. I hope four grow on the top in the next few days before Coral gets home, or I’ll be totally embarrassed.
We came home and played. The I cleaned up her RAMPAGE while she was still up and exploring. That was a bad idea. As a toured around the room putting things away, Mads followed destroying my order. That baby anarchist.
We read the “Gruffalo” book which is something that Coral normally reads her then she was ready to KO. I took her to her room and whoa, the smell. It is like a racoon stumbled in through a window and died. I guess I got to deal with the diaper genie. Its not even full! The diaper genie is a chore I despise. Its like taking out the garbage but with 157,732,734,87y,821 more steps.
David Eleanor and I hit the ice to play some puck with Razer so Lindsay was kind enough to monitor the baby’s lifeforce. I was a little worried, not in Lindsay’s skill at operating 911 in the event the baby turned blue, but rather something far more sinister. That’s what I get for watching Criminal Minds (no worries Coral, I recorded it for you, it was new, and soooooooooo good).
Day Eight
Baby is alive.
Dad: 08
A vicious tribe of marauding Racoons: 00
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Go with yourself.
The Morning After 