Big day on our end. Maya started daycare. Here in the United States. We'll just call that pleasant month of part-time drop-off daycare in Cuernavaca an indecipherable (for me) test-run. And the daycare center is run by a buncha Lutherans. In prison. Just joshing. Except about the Lutherans part. Kinda ironic to have spent the last half of my life running away from the glare of Lutherans to just now return their embrace. Oh, and just so you know, I was raised a Methodist. So going to the Lutherans now is probably something like showing up at Brett Favre's retirement party wearing a Vikings jersey.
The morning didn't start well - we got there later than intended and burst into the scrum right at snack time. If you want pressure, just imagine sitting around a foot-high table on six-inch-high chairs surrounded by the competition for the best toys when they've got a two apple slice and three cracker edge on you. Maya lost her game face quickly, while I felt the glaring eyes of circling daycare staffers assessing my overall, um, Lutheran-ishness. But we got our legs under us, and eventually I left Maya to the swim in that end of the pool for an hour. We expected this might be a shortened version of her hoped-for typical daycare morning, but I considered the prospect of a gaggle of Lutherans hugging the doubt out of Maya dubious at best. I tried to head off to a cafe and get some work done. In 59 minutes and change I stormed back through the gate, fearing the worst (translation: Maya with her first prison tattoo or a promise of marriage to that little unibrow monster, Mike, who I saw checking her out with absolutely no subtlety just before I left). Yet we can all rest easy - Maya was happy as a clam playing outside with her chums. Can't say that I've had many better moments than having her recognize me and begin to run over cheering "Da!" as I approached the outdoor scrum of toddlers and caregivers. I've since found no tats nor has Maya asked if I have a favorite Christian rock band. And with her down for a nap, I happily predict that our daycare updates will continue to unfold in the days and weeks ahead. Unless, of course, I get excommunicated or whatever Lutherans do when they figure out that you seemingly went to school with Beelzebub.
Can't even bring myself to fully comment on Dubya's speech last night. Horrid juxtaposing of unrelated disasters. The victims of 9/11 deserve so, so, so much better.
Speaking of disasters, the Green Bay Packers were shut out on Sunday, 26-0. It was the first shut out for the Pack since '91, before Favre had even moved North of the Mason-Dixon line (he was a rookie back-up QB in Atlanta that Season). And it came in their first game of this deeply ominous Season. At home. Against Da Bears. I hope Lombardi's cable service in Heaven was out.
Hope your snack time today comes with an inspiring prayer. Rock on.
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