Father's Day

I should have written this post yesterday, but I was too busy orchestrating a happy father's day for my very dear and very deserving husband.

In the morning, Miss Bee was so excited to help prepare coffee and breakfast in bed for her father. After a round of Sesame street, breakfast for the rest of the family, quick jogs through the neighborhood, we all headed off to church.

By that time we arrived at church, Ms. Cheeks was feeling her fiesty side, which meant for an eventful service. In the span of an hour she did the following: demanded to be held upside down, and yes it is possible for a barely verbal child to demand that; ran wildly toward the font of holy water, probably for a swim; made strange noises during the songs, the kind where you take your pointer finger and flick it across your lips, which caused the entire row in front of us to turn around and laugh; and raised such a ruckus that she had to be carried out to the narthex on not one but four separate occasions.

At the end of the mass, the priest asked all the fathers to stand for a special blessing. Dear Husband was not among the honored group, as he was outside wrangling Ms. Cheeks.

We were all exhausted after church and fed the kiddies lunch and they all went to nap. Later on we gardened, and barbequed and simply enjoyed playing with the little ones and spending a nice quiet evening with family.