First impressions are awesome. No, I mean really. Whatever you do, you're never going to ruin
that impression that you've made. If
you're unbelievably outgoing and you've got one of those personalities that
just makes people love you unconditionally, you're set. Now, if you're awkward or creepy the first
time you meet someone, you're going to have a hard time overcoming that
impression. Don't worry, it can be done
though. Otherwise, there's clearly no
way that my wife ever would have married me (jk).
A person has to be slightly jealous of Ellie and her ability
to make a first impression thus far in her life. I mean, if you meet her on a good day,
there's no disputing it. She's an
adorable, little girl. Basically, anyone
who met her in the hospital or right afterwards would agree with me. Ask any of the people in the 74 (give or
take) photographs I took of them holding Ellie if she made a good first
impression. If they say no, they're
lying and must be punished in creative fashions. May I suggest begin forced to watch an
endless loop of the Ben Stiller/Owen Wilson version of 'Starsky and
Hutch'? Yeah, it'll be fine for the
first couple of viewings, but believe me, they'll get tired of watching Starsky
demanding that people make him a Bacardi and cola.
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| Talk about your bad impressions...Bahaha |
Now, can Ellie make a bad impression? Well, yes.
Just to show evidence for this statement, she has been kicked out of the
church nursery nearly every time she's been left there. Something about screaming too loud, disturbing
the other babies, attempting a coup d'état, so on and so forth. Seriously. We put her in there at 9 am and
Bethany has to retrieve her by 9:15. I'd
be lying if I said that I don't feel the slightest tinges of pride over it
though. To know your child has been removed from a church nursery is a really special feeling.
I bring all of this up for one reason and I'm getting there
now; don't worry. Today, Ellie and I
made a quick trip to Savannah so that I could help my dad get some cattle moved
from one pasture to another. It's
definitely one of those things that can go much easier if you have two people
instead of just one, especially if you have some calves in the mix that have
never been moved around like that before.
Anyway, while he and I were outside working, Ellie hung out
in the house with my mom. My mom has
always seen Ellie as the perfect baby not that I'm complaining. She's been lucky enough to never really see
Ellie at her worst like Bethany and I have.
In fact, Ellie's generally pretty congenial when my parents are
around. She'll play, smile, and flaunt
that little personality to no end. Today
was different though. Basically from the
time Ellie showed up, she was fussy. She
didn't want me out of her sight for even a minute and when I left, she kind of
went bonkers for a while. My mom was
unable to sit down for a second without screaming and her only recourse was to
continually dip Ellie. That's the only
thing that could calm whatever vexed her.
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| This is not the dip you're looking for... |
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| That's more like it! |
Now, once I returned and fed her some lunch, all was
fine. She was willing to spend some time
hanging out with each of my parents individually, as well as my grandma. However, my dad quickly learned that things
aren't always as they seem. For shortly
after I sat Ellie on my dad's chest, she looked at him, smiled and promptly
vomited all over his flannel shirt. My
dad, flabbergasted, looks at Ellie, looks at me, and finally glances up at the
ceiling as if to say "Why me?".
Now if I only I had a dollar for every time I had thought that phrase or
something similar. I'd have a whole
bunch of dollars and that'd be cool.
#DaddyWrite
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