There are things that you believe deeply in your bones. ideas that feel like pure common sense to you, Concepts that you accept as bedrock truth. Then you speak with your wife and are shocked to find that she doesn’t see it the same way. It is difficult, this marriage thing. It is work. I sometimes don’t even know where she is coming from.
The issue at hand: if we do have a son I am dead set on naming him Rico. So far she is fighting it pretty hard. What the hell is she thinking?
Harper and I were sitting on the floor reading this morning when she decided that she wanted a toy that was on the floor behind me. I told her that she had to wait until we finished reading. Writhing and twisting she managed to wiggle her way off of my lap. She tried to get around me on my right and I prevented this by extending my arm to bar her way. Without breaking stride she toddled up to it, chest bumped it and sat down backwards a little hard. Nothing serious, just a quick drop onto her duff as she’s done dozens of times.
This time, however, she started crying. I gave her my standard “C’mon that didn’t hurt. You’re tougher than that” response but she wasn’t buying it. Harper started seriously wailing and got me concerned. Picking her up and holding her to my chest I caressed her back and spoke soothing words to her. It took a few minutes for her to stop sobbing, at which point I gently lowered her to the floor.
Harper looked up at me, slowly crawled around my right side and grabbed the toy. I saw her mischievous grin and realized that my daughter had just faked an injury on me.
Being unemployed it is easy to forget which day of the week it is. I spent much of today looking forward to watching the Browns-Steelers game tomorrow. it was very upsetting to me to realize that the game is not tomorrow but rather the day after. I was quite sad.
Then I remembered that my wife’s company is promoting some beer fest tomorrow, and the headline is that they have 100 beers. We, of course, have VIP tickets so reserved seats, no waiting in line, etc. I intend to try at least 90 of them. Then I remembered that I picked up a couple beautifully marbled prime strip steaks from my butcher for dinner tomorrow which I will enjoy alongside a loaded baked potato.
I’m still bummed that the Browns don’t play tomorrow but I’ll make the best of it anyway.