Monday, June 21, 2010
I bet if you asked Christopher, he'd say that he had a pretty good Father's Day. Just spending some time here at home, like we do on most days, but with a little extra color and texture drawn into the mix.
The kids had both scribbled in between the lines of pictures of fighter jets, that I had printed off of the computer onto colored sheets of construction paper (which of course was the wrong size, and I had to trim it while the printer was beeping and flashing "load paper" at me, it was all very dramatic, I promise you), and then they each signed them with a tiny little hand print and a date. We slid them into basic Target-bought frames, and then the babies hid them behind our backs, yelled "surprise", and gave Daddy the very most perfect Father's Day gifts, to let him know just how much they love him (which is more than he'll ever know).
After the kids gave Christopher his artwork, we headed outside into the morning sun, opened up a brand new box of sidewalk chalk (later to become a meal for Charlie, despite our best efforts), layed down on the freshly cooled pavement, and painted a family portrait.
Christopher first. Then Eleanore. And then squirmy little Charlie.
After our exhausting family photo session, we went inside for brunch!
Fresh berry cobbler. French toast (made with freshly baked bread). And bacon.
Eleanore ate all of her french toast, but no bacon. Charlie ate all of his bacon, but no french toast. I ate neither. And Daddy ate it all, and then some.
While the babies napped, I did force Christopher into some nesting rituals, like cleaning out the pantry and his work closet- but we ended the night with an out of season Harry Potter movie, homemade pepperoni pizza, and freshly churned chocolate ice cream drizzled with piping hot, hot fudge.
...I bet if you asked Christopher, he'd say that he had a pretty good Father's Day.