Happy Father's Day

Please take a nap. Please. PLEASE. PUH-LEAZE.

This was the mantra at my house the last two days.

Grandma is here. Even she can't get him to JUST TAKE A DAMN NAP ALREADY CHILD.

Sorry, where was I? Oh yes.

Yesterday, one 30-minute nap. Today? One 30-minute nap.

I might just poke my eyeball out with a butter knife if this continues tomorrow.

Now, on to Father's Day. (Did you like that? No segue there. I am not even trying. I am just moving right on to a totally unrelated topic. Am not clever, not creative today.)

We spent our first Father's Day doing a bevy of things Josh enjoys. We ate barbecue, we played video games, we ate Italian ice, we went to Menards.

We went to Menards in our new car! Shiny! New! Gas-sucking SUV! More greenhouse gasses, now brought to you courtesy of us!

I wanted to make sure the day was filled with things Josh wanted to do. He works so hard the rest of the time taking caring of us and building patios and installing surround sound and paying the bills and changing diapers and making excel spreadsheets of our budget. So on his first Father's Day, there was none of that.

He said he enjoyed it. I have a picture of him and Jack, but alas, it is on my sister-in-law's camera and I don't have the cord. So you know, check back in a few days if you want to see it.

In the meantime, Happy Father's Day to the best dad Jack could ask for. We love you -- and your inability to listen to a word I am saying unless it involves the phrases "I came in under budget this month honey" or "I see Pearl Jam is releasing new tour dates."