On the lawn...

Dear Nicky,

Today you refused breakfast. We think it's your teeth. When we finally got you down for a morning nap, I went for a run again. It's still tough, but I got my iPod to work right this time. I ran 1 3/4 miles. And in only 15 minutes. Pretty good for an old man. It feels like I'm cleaning cobwebs out of my lungs. Then I tried to put together this chair for out on the deck, but it was defective so I took it back for a new one, but that one had the same problem, so I just got our money back. When I got home, Mom had taken you guys to the mall for some stuff, so I grabbed some lunch and started to put together this new barbecue grill we got. It took a long time! When you guys came back, Mom took June upstairs for a while, and I put you in the swing and swung you for a while. You loved it. Then they came back and the three of you hung out on the lawn, playing in the grass, while I worked on the barbecue. Then we went out for dinner to this place downtown called Cheeseburger Cheeseburger. You guys were a handful, and you merely ate some fries, but Mom told me you had a big lunch, so I guess one meal a day is the best we can hope for. We ate and ran because you both started fussing, and hurried home to put you to sleep. You were crashing early because you didn't take a nap this afternoon. I hope those teeth are done soon.

Love,
Dad