The Puddles

We have a busy day today.  There are lots of things to do and many places to be.  Most importantly Madie needs to walk the neighborhood and sell cookies.  Chris is home and offered to help relieve some of the stress that I was dealing with.  I said, “You can either help Madie walk door-to-door selling cookies or you can take Ben and Ainsley to ToysR’Us to buy a birthday present and then drive Ben to the birthday party.”  Chris turns to me and says, “Are you kidding me? That’s my choice?”  He didn’t want to do either one.  He said that they both were worse than purgatory.  But my husband is fabulous and a terrific father, so he  said he would take Madie around to sell cookies.

So we settle in to the day both getting ready to go into the world to do our duty as parents, when I walk by the office and see my husband searching for an iphone app to help him sell cookies.  He wanted an app that would allow him to just give the iphone to the customer and let them type in their order.  Each order would then have a GPS location attached to them. Then when it was time to deliver he would just tell the app to map out his best course to deliver the cookies.  I have told him, “No, you can’t do that.”  Girl Scouts wants it done a certain way.  They have a reputation to protect.  He was a determined soul.  Ben, Ainsley, and I left before they did, so I don’t know what the final decision was.  But I am going to guess that some kind of computer device will be used today.  This is the same man who wanted to put a computer in Madie’s room when she was born to track her dirty and wet diaper count.  Practical? No. Fun? Yes.   He may come up with some crazy ideas sometimes about computers but he has also created websites for almost every church we have belonged to, networked multiple schools and churches, created an alarm system that let us know when a child was trying to go down the basement stairs, helped bring many computers back to life for both my family and parishoners in the churches we have been in, and on and on and on.  Thank God that Chris is who he is.  And most importantly . . .  that he is the type of father who is willing to walk for hours in the cold wet weather to help his daughter sell Girl Scouts cookies.