I just now did a random drawing at www.random.org of all those who made a comment on my review post of the product and the winner IS……..
KIM FROM BABY FEET!! I think she’ll be able to put them to good use.
Kim, email me at email@example.com and I’ll forward your information to Steven who will then touch base with you.
Thanks everyone for your comments!
I originally wrote this near the end of baseball season last year and it appeared as a guest post at “The (Virgins) Guide To Baseball” (which is an excellent read if you get a chance) but the purpose of piece is timeless so it doesn’t matter when I post it. I thought it would be a good transitional post while I go into this week (February 15th – 21st) where I talk about the sport I love: baseball.
When my daughter first introduced herself to Bunny and I, it quickly became apparent that she didn’t like to take naps.
“What is wrong with our kid?” we asked, tired and droopy-eyed, to DLG’s pediatrician. We knew there must have been a miracle cure for this “no-nap disease” SOMEWHERE!!
It wasn’t until successfully answering a barrage of questions that the doctor simply shrugged her shoulders and said, “Well… it appears that you have a baby genius on your hands!”
“What?” we both said in unison, “What would a kid who decides to give up naps at the tender age of three months be a baby genius?”
She proceeded to tell us that studies done over many years from when a baby is born to the time they graduate college show there is one unifying factor with ALL those finishing with an above average intelligence: they gave up their naps at an extremely tender age.
Now, she is a doctor… so I wasn’t going to be one to argue with her. I can’t say that my chest didn’t puff out a little more than normal as if to say, “Well… of course she’s a baby genius!? What else is new?”
She proved this to be true.
She crawled at eight months, walked at ten months, knew all animal sounds and the alphabet at the age of one, put together full sentences at a year-and-a-half and is now, at the age of two, is able to memorize children’s books after having them read to her once and is nearly potty trained.
Yes, I know. I’m a proud dad and being a bit braggadocios and for that I apologize. But all these things fail in comparison the most important thing she’s learned:
“Honey… who’s Daddy’s favorite team?” I’ll ask her.
“Texas Rangers!!” she’ll say.
Wide-eyed and full of excitement I’ll respond, “That’s right! Very good! Now… who’s daddy’s favorite player?”
“Um… Josh… HAMILTON!!”
After that response, I go for the kicker, “That’s right honey! Now… what happens if we say, ‘Go Yankees!?’”
Her brow will furrow with a look of concern and she’ll say, “I go to time out”.
Just like the doctors said… she is a genius.
After the laughter from her (generally small) audience subsides, I hug her, kiss her and tell her that I love her very much and to please not grow up and be a Yankee fan… geniuses just don’t do that.
You see what I’m doing? I’m pulling my kid into what I’m so passionate about.
I can’t imagine anything more special than sharing something I love with the little girl I helped create. Even though she’s a genius, she won’t fully comprehend all the idiosyncrasies the game provides… nor will she ever.
DLG moments before seeing her first Texas Rangers game
But that’s not even important to me. What’s important to me is that it’s going to be something we can share together.
Besides sharing her mother… I can’t think of much of anything more beautiful than that.
Well… a Texas Rangers World Series Championship trophy would be close…
Here’s to more baseball bonding moments