Had a great Father’s Day weekend. According to ancient tradition, Sam crafted me a hand made gift at her pre-kindergarten thing that she’s been going to. The gift in question is a little photo frame with a picture of her in it, ringed by various sports paraphernalia that are taken to be the universal –if inaccurate in my particular case– symbols for masculinity. Apparently she was given no options to replace the football helmets and baseball gloves with joysticks, books, and assorted polyhedrons. Still, I love it.
Mandy also did her part, feeding me a steady stream of cards and pictures that she prepared especially for me. This creative process mostly involved her sitting down for a minute to scribble (lovingly) on a piece of paper, then running over to me and screaming “DADDY SURPRISE!” before throwing it at me and going back to make another. I have a whole stack.
Ironically, my biggest gift of the weekend was Ger’s taking the children over to her dad’s on Saturday and leaving me with about 7 blissful hours to myself to play video games. I also ate half a bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips and enjoyed myself thoroughly.
Then on Sunday we all went to Ger’s cousin’s house for a pool party. Mandy apparently shares Sam’s psychotic disregard for aquatic dangers, since she spent a good twenty minutes repeatedly hurling herself off the edge of the pool into her mother’s arms, whether Ger was ready or not. Sam, equipped with infallible buoyancy in the form of two tiny pieces of inflatable plastic strapped above her elbows, wore herself completely out swimming and jumping off the diving board. Everyone was exhausted and highly chlorinated at the end, but secure in the knowledge that it just doesn’t get much better than that.
So that’s where those choc chips disappeared to, & the reason my oatmeal bars are light on the choc chips!
that sure lookedlike a lot of fun. wish i would have been
to see the girls do their thing.
nana