The Huz’ first Father’s Day! Woot. Woot.
He started it the night before by drinking with the neighbors and playing video games until late into the night. He deserves it. He’s been working very hard.
So, the Parakeet got up when the O-ster squawked over the monitor. It had been warm the night before so they put him to bed in a t-shirt and diaper. OOPS. OOPS. Big Mistake.
Little O was standing up in the crib, smiling, and reaching one hand toward Mama. Oh, and also, he was naked from the waist down. Oh, and also his hand was covered in feces. His diaper was in the corner of the crib. Poo was streaking his sheets and was on both of his feet and parts of his legs. Mama made the executive decision that Father’s Day would start with a bath. For Realz.
The Huz slept through that poo-tastrophe. Fair enough.
When he came to, he decided he wanted lunch out – at an old standby “The Lincoln”. The Parakeet and the Huz used to go there a lot on the weekends. Before Baby. Really before they lived in this neighborhood, and more during the time when they would need their sorrows sopped up by biscuits and gravy.
The Huz got a nice big ol’ Coke and a country fried steak. O was totally pleasant and played in his highchair. They came home. Played more with the babe. Took a walk or two. Then, when the little one went down the Parakeet was so kind as to watch TWO movies with the Huz that were both of a masculine bent – Quantum of Solace and The Spirit. Can not remember the last double feature they’ve had. Seriously.
So it was a lazy Sunday free of plans – just like the Huz asked for. What a guy. What a Dad.