With my 3 week staycation behind me I am now fully re-immersed into work. It’s not that bad actually. I like my job.
I bought a real football and it has quickly become Christian’s favorite toy. It's so funny because it's almost half his size but still he carries it everywhere. He cried so hard this morning because he wanted to take it to daycare but I wouldn’t let him. Even when he throws a tantrum it still breaks my heart.
The other night he wanted me to get his shoes from outside but I kept saying no. But because he kept insisting I let him put his shoes on. Then he takes my hand and leads me to the garage door to our backyard. He wanted to kick the football around like we did that morning! Sadly I told him we couldn’t because it was dark and really cold outside and he’s sick. Man, he erupted in tears and when I took his shoes off again he grabbed me and raised the biggest tantrum. I think if he was big enough he would have attacked me.
Hopefully when he starts talking he becomes more reasonable. “Come Christian let us reason together, you can’t go outside because it is too cold, we don’t have a light outside and you are sick.” Yeah I don’t think he will buy it.
Christian really enjoys sports of all kinds. I am going to give him the early start that I never had by putting him in some children’s sports leagues. But I’m not gonna push him if he isn’t interested. Maybe he won’t be the next NFL starting quarterback or Major League pitcher, but a father can dream can’t he. Even if he doesn’t play in the college or even high school level, sports is something men keep with them for their entire life. We’re funny that way.
