Today, after church, I was sitting on the couch reading (Danny was in the garage) while Wiley played Angry Birds on the iPad.
Wiley made his signature “I just put something smelly in my diaper” move –
“Wiley, do you need to sit on the toilet?” no response…slowly starts to crawl away under the coffee table.
I pick up the iPad and turn it off, “you can have it back when you bring a diaper and wipes to me.”
He runs off and starts playing in his room.
Five minutes later, he is still playing in his room and I am still reading on the couch.
Danny comes in from the garage and heads to Wiley’s room.
Wiley stands up, back against the wall, “what are you doing in here daddy?” “what are you doing in here?” The smell is pretty obvious and Danny says, “are you poopy??”
I, sitting on the couch, knowing full well that he was and let Danny discover it – was waiting for Danny to bring the child. Danny changed it and never said a word to me. 🙂
I would say that those kinds of things make a mother’s day and makes me so grateful for fathers.
Studying. I just needed help for a few minutes. Generally, Danny doesn’t hold babies when he studies.
Family night…Danny took one for the team and helped put this puzzle together.
Wiley dresses himself some days.
It’s kinda of frustrating at our house, but it’s straight up embarrassing at someone elses.
Yeah, I think these two boys will be the best of friends.
Here is my Mother-in-law’s side of the family. Pawpaw and Gregre in the front surrounded by their posterity.
He showed my husband, by his example, to go to church and to serve when asked.
Rubbing Max’s tummy after dinner.
Danny is in the middle and is 6’4…that makes his uncles how tall?
The only animal that Wiley was scared of were the Hippos
Dan feeding the two little guys chocolate covered raisons…
Papa after a long morning of fishing.
Yep, perfect day.
I’m grateful for the fathers that raised me and Danny. I’m grateful for my grandfathers. I’m grateful for the male role models in my life, who are great fathers. I’m grateful to the divorced women in my life who still honor fatherhood and teach their children to love and honor their dads. I’m so blessed to have so many reasons to be grateful.
I lived with these grandparents for five and a half years during undergrad. So, they are kinda like parents.
Bay Area, California – right before I got sick and found out I was pregnant.
San Francisco, CA – 1986 exactly a year before my husband was born…meanwhile, I’m four years old.
My dad is a pretty good chef, but his specialty is chocolate.
My Dad in Kenya – He was in the Navy…
Grandad aged 23 on his wedding day.
I recreated some famous paintings with sharpie.
At take your child to work day on base (Dad was a US Naval Officer), the base reporter asked to take a photo of us for the paper…wear she recorded my knee high socks – WITH sandals – wow I was a stud-ette.
I was scratching myself the rest of the night. Cheese!
Grandad is being silly.
I was much happier this second round of photos. I also happened to be leaving for the UK the next morning….
Here is Grambo’s family after our Christmas Day game of Yankee Swap (gag gifts).
The Whites – The majority of my mom’s side of the family.
Maternal Grandparents enjoying a day at the park.
I realized right before the photos that I still had the bun on top of my head – that how I wear it when I cook….
Grandad, “the Tenant”, with my baby.
The Grundler Family
Dad has said that because of my mom and me, his Admiral always liked him.
Gratefully we grew other veggies too – besides all that zucchini.
This photoshopped photo captures the chill of the early evening and the blue of my eyes… what isn’t real are those dazzling white teeth. Those are more of a light cream color.
His + Mine = Ours
Thankful to my Father in heaven, who gave me all that I have. I may have gone overboard with the photos this post, but it’s my blog and I can post what I want to. Blessings and Happiness to you all. p.s. while I napped…he made his own Father’s Day Dinner! But, I bought the steaks!!