I did a 7 hour mailman shift today in the sweltering heat and humidity. It was ridic, and it was one of those times I felt I really earned the overtime.
Then I had a haircut from Argay. Kalbo-time...(after being out as opposed to before. Of course).
Afterwards, we picked up Eamon from Liz's baby shower (even though she had the baby 2 months early). Yep, we looked like 2 gay dads. But whatever, it's not like it wasn't said before.
Anywho, for the rest of the evening, Eamon was in a good mood, playing with everyone, laughing, eating, showering and sleeping as perfectly as he could possibly do. Which, quite frankly, was more than scary to me.
I mean, seriously, after a week of him being utterly miserable (which we attribute to what we think is teething and him having a little bit of a cold), this was quite refreshing. But still, scary. I guess this parent amnesia thing hasn't kicked in yet (i.e. remembering the miserable times). I also hope Eamon has amnesia when it comes to the same miserable time.
Days like this though I really, really love him (as opposed to only really loving him) and of course think my son is quite cute, although I would try not to say it outloud to anyone because I don't want to be one of those parents
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Accomplishment: cleaned the washrooms