The firm Perry Mason worked with this summer called him this afternoon to let him know they’re offering him a job! Yay, Perry Mason! He’ll graduate in May and head South sometime thereafter. I’m so proud of him!
Transitions and little victories
When we moved last weekend, we didn’t set up the crib in Poppy’s room. We set up a twin bed, returned the crib to its rightful owner and crossed our fingers.
And it worked.
Poppy made the move to her “big-girl bed” with no problem at all. She’s been falling asleep with very little trouble at night, and she hasn’t gotten up to play in the middle of the night or the wee hours of the morning.
The one hitch in our collective giddy-up has been naptime. The only naps she took last week were in the car. She was content to sit in her bed for about 30 minutes, but there was no sleeping going on. Not in the middle of the day. Not when Daddy was home, just waiting to Play!Play!Play!
Today, though, is Daddy’s first day at his new job. And just like that, the nap is back. Maybe I should feel bad about that — the fact that the prospect of an afternoon with me isn’t exciting enough to override Poppy’s need to nap.
It’s hard to feel bad when you get to take a nap of your very own, though.
A Vexing Season
What an odd season.
Several milestones were passed or set, among them several sluggers surpassing the 500 HR mark and one closer passing the 500 save mark. Other “big” things happened, too, although I choose not to mention certain players who I feel have brought a black eye to a game I love very much.
But perhaps the oddest thing for this beaten-down, long-suffering Cubs fan is that my team made the playoffs. The Cubs, who have cost me no small amount of pain in the past, managed to pull it together and mess up less than everyone else in the NL Central.
Early on, it looked like a catastrophe in the making. In early June, we were way under .500 and no one — I mean no one — was happy. The players weren’t happy, the manager wasn’t happy, the fans weren’t happy. It was like so many other seasons. In years past, however, a bad Cubs team in June wasn’t something that brought so much anger to Cubbies near and far. To understand why there was so much anger, we have to go back in time …