"Without my dad, I wouldn't be here."
-Maria Sharapova
Ashlyn made her first dish from scratch this week. From garden to table, a tomato and cucumber salad fully prepared by Chef Ashlyn. She added a little salad dressing to it for flavor, and that was it. Simple, tasty, and homemade. I have no idea what the picture with the flower is about, but it was on the camera right next to the picture with the salad so I’m going to assume it’s there for a reason.
Its Father’s Day weekend and we started it off with a trip to Nina and Papa’s to play with grandparents and cousins. We spent most of the time in the pool, so we didn’t take many pictures. But I can say we had a great time and the kids were worn out when we got back home.
PePa came over Sunday morning so we could take him to a Father’s Day breakfast at Old West Café, one of our favorite breakfast spots. We got there early so we didn’t have to wait, and before we knew it the table was filled with pancakes, eggs, and bacon. And we didn’t have to do dishes afterwards, which was nice.
Father’s Day came to our house too of course, and the kids were excited to give me some gifts they picked out. They were all good, although I would have been happy with a few hugs. When dinner came around, Ashlyn helped make mushrooms while Isla sprayed James in the face as he tried to jump on the trampoline. James thought it was fun, so no harm done I suppose.
I found this on my phone, and it made me realize that the time for these kinds of pictures won’t last forever. Before I know it, instead of laughing at my jokes they will roll their eyes and instead of running to say hi when I get home they’ll turn the volume up on the headphones. But I have the smiles now, and I’m content with that. To all the Dads whose corny jokes brightened our childhoods, Happy Father’s Day!
