Day 1 of no CFO went pretty well. Jr still has all of his fingers and toes and no major lacerations or contusions as far as I can tell. The lad and I had a little nerd-fest last night, wherein we watched about seven or eight Simpsons episodes with the commentary on. Super nerdly. We also played a few rounds of golf on the small course set up around our couch. Jr. goes wild whenever the ball goes in the hole, but he does a good job of holding his applause until a shot is taken. A very knowledgeable fan, that one. His swing is still bit rough, but he’s working on it. Even in current form it’s still better than his dad’s. We also ate pizza. Lots and lots of pizza.
I am pleased to report that I was able to fake out Jr. this morning and get in an extra hour and a half of sleep. Jr. often wakes up at about 4:30, wanting a bottle, and then goes back to sleep for several hours. Sometimes he doesn’t, especially on nights like last night where the both of us feasted. Anyway, today he woke up at 6:00, ready to start his day. I walked into his room with a bottle, acting like it was 4:30. I didn’t turn on the light, and walked quietly as if mommy was still asleep in the other room. I sold it pretty well if I do say so myself, and Jr. totally bought it: he drank his bottle, we said our goodnights, and he went back to sleep until 8:00. Daddy rules.
Tonight Jr. desperately needs a bath if he is to be presentable before the CFO makes her return. I promised him more than just a bath though; I promised him a Super Bathtime Extravaganza! I’m not entirely sure what constitutes a Super Bathtime Extravaganza!, but I’ll come up with something. One thing I’ve already told him is that he can have a bottle tonight while he is in the tub. On special occasions the CEO has been known to drink a shower-beer, and the Super Bathtime Extravaganza! will be nothing if not a special occasion for the lad. I hope he enjoys his bath-bottle as much as his daddy enjoys a shower-beer.
We might also re-enact the Battle of Leyte Gulf in the tub tonight. Last time the CFO was gone we re-enacted Midway. Jr. was mad that I made him be Yamamoto, so maybe I’ll let him be Nimitz this time around. Not likely though: I am the CEO after all.
