This morning I got a very disappointed call from my lovely darling.  “Hi,” she started, “umm I have your keys in my car, they were in your jacket you left in the car.”  “No Problem,” I happily reported, “I’ll just use the spare key I have.”  WRONG!  I have a spare key, it’s the valet key they give you when you buy a car.  I keep it in a very safe place, in fact it appears too safe.  So, instead of going to daycare (and me getting any work done), Ryan stayed home with me.  He did nap for a few hours which was helpful in allowing me to keep up with my workload (that line is in there for the bosses at ESPN who read this blog) but all in all, it was a day with daddy.  We had a lot of fun and it helped me to remember why Jenn and I work so hard.  We do it for this little man and every now and then it’s kinda fun to have a day where work isn’t the driving force in the day.  Now, what did we do?  Well, see for yourself unless you’re Jenn, my mom or the Animal Humane Society.