Its your dad again, and its about 9pm on Saturday night; you and your mom just fell asleep, and I will be going to sleep pretty soon myself because, strange and uncommon as it is, tomorrow both your mom and I are working the morning shift at work; that means I've gotta wake up in just about 6 hours. After work, we're gonna pick you up, get out of our work clothes and then head over to your aunt and uncle Alisha and Jamies house to celebrate Jamies 32nd birthday.
Today was a nice relaxing Saturday, as we like our Saturdays around here. After we woke up and hung out and had breakfast, we didn't have any big plans or chores to do so I decided to tackle the massive amount of cardboard and packing material we had accumulated in our basement. In the last 6 months or so, we have upgraded and added a decent amount of "stuff" to our apartment; bookshelves, a big pantry, a new kitchen table, more shelves... and because it was winter, I got lazy and hadn't spent the time breaking down all the cardboard, organizing it, getting all the styrofoam and plastic bits separated from the paper, and brought the whole mess to the dump. So today was that day to deal with it all; it took me a good hour of just cutting up and separating everything, and then another 90 minutes of packing the car three times, taking it to the dump and repeating the whole process.
I stopped for a few errands while I ran to the dump; we needed more of the big blue Millis trash bags that you have to use at the dump for general garbage disposal, plus we needed dog food and some replacement baking sodas for the fridge and freezer (they help keep everything fresh). Plus, I needed to get gasoline and some windshield wiper fluid, and I am still monitoring/ adding fluid to my power steering because I have a suspicion that there is a leak somewhere; it seems to be fine since I filled it to the proper levels earlier today, but I'm still keeping a close eye on it.
While I took care of all these chores and errands, you and your mom hung out and relaxed around the house. Yesterday, I was grilling some hot dogs and a burger and some corn, and in the middle of going in and out of the house, I opened the door to come inside and poor Pete, unbeknown to me, was holding himself up by pressing against the door; I opened the door outwards, and you fell pretty hard out onto the wooden staircase one step below where you were standing. Oh Pete, you were so shocked and sad, and you cried a lot, and your poor nose got all scraped and still looks terrible (I've been saying you have a case of Rudolph Nose)... I felt so bad for you, my little buddy. Your mom went upstairs to put neosporin on your scrape, and while she did that I whipped up a grilled cheese sandwich for you really quick, so the second you came downstairs I gave you a hug and some nice comfort food. I hope we all learned a lesson from your little boo boo; I know I'll be even more careful to make sure you aren't leaning on the door when I'm coming in and out of the house. You've been pretty well balanced in these general kinds of situations, but I'll definitely make sure you have your footing before I swing the door open.
Well, its time I head to bed buddy, I will be writing you soon!
Love, Dad
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