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On the bus the other day I realized that yes, I am heading to work but really, it is just the return commute from a few hours at “home.”  Or at least this is probably what Jonah thinks.

So here we go:

7:00am – We wake up and I open my door to hear “dada daddy dad!” and he’ll bounce around his crib naming everything he can see, as well as plenty of things he can’t see.  Sometimes he’ll want to jump right out and run around, other times he’ll roll around on top of stuffed animals until he realizes that I’ve got a sippy cup full of milk in my hand.

7:15am – We’ll then play with his current favorite plastic toy for a few minutes, chat, share breakfast, stir my tea, change a diaper and get dressed and then I have to get ready for work.  This rarely ever happens in the same order, but I do manage to make it happen every day without coffee.  Yeah.

8:30 – I’m out of the shower and we have time for a few songs on the guitar, or a little Strong Bad, or some time to steal The Mommy’s breakfast, and then I say “goodbye.”  No tears, no sappy anything, mostly just playing as I walk down the stairs.

8:57am – out the door, run to the bus wondering if I already missed it.

9:errr-15am – Work.

5:err-10pm -  Call Megan’s cell phone.  No answer.  Call the landline (*%&!).  No answer.  Leave a message on one (which will not be attended to until the following morning).

5:33pm - Home.

5:34pm - Jonah doesn’t acknowledge my existence until he’s done playing with whatever toy he has.  Even then, I have to do something ridiculous to get his attention.  Like sneeze five times because it’s June and I’m now allergic to “nice weather.”  Then we’re all good.

6ishpm - Dinner. Usually it is me eating something and the other two nibbling, since they are on a their own meal schedule.  One where you can eat off a plate.  With silverware.

6:35pm - Jonah runs around in just a diaper for about 10 minutes before we run, sometims laughing, sometimes screaming, to the tub.  Bath-time hilarity ensues. Maybe.

7:10ishpm - Tooth-brushing and pajama time.  Attend to any cuts/bruises from the daily routine of bumping into things.  The Mommy says goodnight and we find three books to read.  For the past week it has been Make Way For Ducklings,  Buttermilk Bear and one of the previously dissed Classic Fairy Tales.

7:30pm - J cries about not getting to read more and  I pick him up, butcher a few songs and lay him in his crib.  He rolls around for five minutes while I sing the last song and then looks at me like he’s never going to see me again.

I can’t blame the guy.  Look at that rundown.  I get almost two hours of Jonah time each morning and night.  Roughly four hours a day.  And while I try to make it four super-exciting-fun-time-daddy-hours,
he’s probably thinking “who is that guy that keeps eating all our food.”

Sorry buddy.

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