In all of my years, I have had several observations. One of which being Missouri is simultaneously
the coldest and hottest place on Earth.
Why do I live here again? Oh
yeah, I came here to find work initially and now I'm a stay-at-home dad. I sense irony. ;)
Another observation; Canadians are good at hockey. I'm relatively certain they invented it so they
should be. Don't fact check me on that
as I haven't done any research to back that up.
For all I know, it could have been invented in Acapulco. Unlikely, yes, but it's better to put the
disclaimer there. Another observation
I've noticed is that people like movies.
At least, I haven't met the person who doesn't enjoy a good movie
yet. I believe that the escapism of it
for a short period of time is what makes it enjoyable. You get an opportunity to forget about
whatever is happening in your life for a while.
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One thing about movies is that is rare to come across one in
which a protagonist is not experiencing some form of regret, even if for a
short time. For example, Jason Bourne:
regrets killing people and joining Treadstone (He may also regret the alternate ending to his first movie).
Coach Gordon Bombay in The Mighty Ducks: regrets his drinking problem
even though it eventually led him to rock bottom (aka coaching pee-wee league
hockey) where he could put his life back together again. Marlin the clown fish: regrets letting Nemo
be captured by a scuba-diving dentist. Ron Burgundy: regrets jumping into the bear exhibit at the zoo.
See regrets are rampant in the movies, point made. Well, I had a great regret today that began rather
simply; I flushed the toliet.
"What? You
flushed the toliet? Um, how could you?" Normally that isn't a cause for concern but
it is during Ellie's morning nap since the bathroom is basically right above
where she sleeps. The rule of the
morning nap is that no noise in the house may be made under any circumstances
due to Ellie's light sleeping patterns at the moment. Unfortunately, I forgot my own rule. Needless to say, the baby immediately woke up
with a loud scream. As I bounded down
the stairs to put a pacifier in her mouth, I accidently broke rule #2; I made
eye contact with the baby. Now see, once
Ellie makes eye contact, she knows that you are invested in her plight and she
will continue screaming and crying until the end of time if you let her (That
might be an exaggeration; she won't be thirteen and crying like that, I
hope).
For an hour following that, I tried everything I could
muster to get her back to sleep without success. Finally, I played my final card; a car ride. Luckily for me, the moment Ellie hit her car
seat, she either knew she was going for a ride or she's just trying to troll
me because the crying ceased completely. I actually feel that my daughter has an
innate ability to troll from birth.
Either that or I've been teaching her well. After all, I have been known to dress her in
Mizzou clothes and send photos to her Husker-loving Uncle Ryan.
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Unfortunately, Ellie never did fall asleep on her hour-plus
ride but at least she didn't start crying again. Fortunately, I learned a new life lesson that
bucks everything I've been taught since childhood. It also bucks the wise teaching from my
college dormitory bathrooms; "Reach, Believe, Succeed, Flush!" My new life creedo. "If it's yellow, let it mellow. If's it brown, let it mellow." I might need to work on the rhyming scheme a
little bit. Clown, crown, frown, gown... #DaddyWrite
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