I don't know why I'm sharing this.
I was having a beautiful day, about to start dinner, when I asked my wife to drive to the store to pick up some hamburger buns for the bacon cheeseburgers I was cooking and offered to watch our 5-month old daughter.
She left and the baby starts crying. I take her out of the playpen, and carry her around and start playing with her. She's happy for a while, but then starts crying like she's hungry. There's a full bottle of milk on the side table next to me, so I proceed to feed her, as she gulps down about 4 ounces, finally calming down and happy again.
We keep playing and I put her back in her playpen so I can check on my burning burgers. My wife arrives and I sit to eat and she asks how the baby was and I reply that she was fine and that she finished the bottle of milk.
My wife goes berserk: "what bottle? please don't tell me you fed her the bottle that was there (pointing to the side table)!" Mouth full of burger, I'm like yeah, why? "That bottle is a full day old! You're going to kill her! I can't believe...blah blah blah" I'm like, she's fine and otherwise I didn't know the bottle was old. How was I supposed to know? If it was old she would be throwing up, but she's not, she's fine (it had been out since the morning supposedly).
We continue to argue with me continuing to state that what type of mother leaves full bottles of milk lying around (diapers too), etc. She leaves with the baby. We're not talking.
We eventually shower together with the baby (routine), still not talking to one another much and then I'm watching Wildboyz on MTV and see that the P-Diddy marathon story is coming on. I mention it to her in passing that we should watch it.
We start watching it and our moods change dramatically. It's so sad to see how some kids don't have much and how fortunate we are. It's great to see this guy wanting to run a marathon, for whatever reasons. We get to see footage of Grete Waitz and then Salazar. How awesome is that? And then thinking how unfair it is that a non-elite runner gets to use Nike's equipment when there's tons of post collegiates busting their @sses perhaps running in the wrong shoes.
But that's besides the point. We donated $30.00 (10 bucks from each of us) to the diddyrunsthecity charity. And now we're happy and trying to put our daughter to sleep.
Running is beautiful. Some of you may hate P-Diddy and all this craze, but it saved our night. Laters...