It’s easy for us to get caught up in the apparently pressing priorities in which we are currently enmeshed at work and lose track of time; so I decided to do two things to help me remember to get home on time.
I know… in just a few months I’ll be moaning about how early the stores put up their Christmas displays this year and enduring Paul McCartney’s “Wonderful Christmastime” on muzak for the hundredth time. But right now, with temperatures nearing 100 °F and a new crisis each night on the news, Christmas is sounding pretty darned good to me.
Our baby girl is 20 months old and is beginning to string words together in a moderately coherent fashion. She’s heard me tell the dog to “come”, and now combines that word into phrases like “Daddy cup come.” Meaning “Daddy bring me that sippy cup, and be snappy about it.”