Monday, September 13, 2010
Boys in Blue to the Rescue
I never thought I'd be thanking the New York Giants for kidnapping Big D on Sundays and Mondays. In fact, I used to curse them for taking him away from the apartment when all I wanted to do was cuddle up on the couch and watch reruns of Bridezillas with the Big Guy. If you couldn't tell by the omnipresent sports logo attire in every photo of my husband, he's a bonafide sports fan.
But, you've really done it this time guys. Upon returning from Bloggy Boot Camp today, Big D tenderly dressed up his Mini Me in an officially-licensed Giants tracksuit and jersey and took him out for a day with the fellas. He checked and re-checked the bottle bag and put some socks on the little dude to stave off the chill and rain that were responsible for postponing the final U.S. Open match yesterday. Hearing the swish-swish of Baby D wiggling in his tracksuit as Big D carted him down the flights of stairs made me smile and miss them both immediately. But I was secretly relieved to hear the swish-swish and size 12 sneaker steps as they grew more faint and further away.
While they were out, I slept for seven hours. Yes, SEVEN HOURS. I couldn't believe it. Uninterrupted sleep. I've been waiting over a year and a half for this.
The Giants t-shirt with 'DAD' emblazoned across the back stated the obvious: Big D is an uppercase DAD in every sense of the word and format.
So, again, I thank you Giants. I look forward to the next game. Maybe this time I'll actually clean up the house and make Big D proud. Well, maybe after a nap.