Happy Father's Day! So thankful for my husband, the dad of our house. Watching him love and train our kids fills me with joy and as I watch him father the fatherless, I am inspired to be a better person. He has a huge heart full of compassion, generosity, grace....a gift to our family. Love you, Shaun.
Sunday was a nice, quiet day at home. R built a bike stand to help organize the kids bikes.
Great-grandpa's mind is so sharp still but sadly his hearing is awful. Somehow he's always able to hear, Great-grandpa, may we please have some cookies?
This day I had a flashback to when Avery was just little, and every visit Great-Grandpa would slyly suggest a cookie to her, just to enjoy her reaction. As you might imagine, it didn't take long to train her, and the other kids that followed.
This day I wondered how many of his cookies the kids have consumed and couldn't help but be so grateful for the time together that they represent.
Two of three blossoms that happened this year out of three plants. Better luck next year!
Out in the yard, he was telling me that grenades are real and he was showing me how the soldiers would hide in the tall grass and then run and take cover behind a tree.
My before-I-was-a-parent ideals did not include guns or swords or a fascination with war.
My camera, my baby! Earlier in the week I was downstairs doing laundry and I heard a crash. When I walked into the kitchen the kids said Aiden had been swinging the jump rope and it had pulled my camera right off the kitchen table onto the floor.
Aiden was no where to be found. Apparently Amanda had advised him to flee the scene and go outside. :)
I was surprisingly calm about the whole thing.
This day Aiden and I drove the hour to drop it off at the repair shop, where it will be for the next two weeks.
Sweet nappy boy.
Though we have three more half days to finish up, this was the last day of uniforms.
Last day of T-ball. I hope he always send a wave and a smile to his momma on the sidelines.