Today, in honor of Pop and what would have been his 101st birthday, we went to dinner at his favorite restaurant… Nan even ordered his favorite meal.
While the kids made fine dining a bit of a joke, they redeemed themselves during our post-dinner ice cream stop!
Most importantly, the whole experience would have really been something to Pop. He would have just melted over the kiddos. He was something special… hopefully, smiling down at our messy attempt to honor him.
We had such a blast yesterday… despite the intense humidity and heat. We paraded in the morning, visited with some friends, then took the crazed kiddos home for nap.
Check out Hem’s dance moves! That boy loves to wiggle his rump! Haha
After all of the sun, we decided to switch up the plans from taking the kids to a party after nap to letting them nap late while I went to the party briefly with my neighbor.
The party was great, right on Lake Michigan! It would have been amazing for the kids and I started feeling guilty about changing the plans… until it started monsooning! My friend and I made it back to the car with only mild dampness, but the ride back home was a bit crazy.
I was happy to get home to the kiddos who were watching the Lion King!
Thankfully, the storm blew over and we were able to execute the final part of the plan: late night sparklers and smores with the kids. We had a great time!
Last weekend was Father’s Day. Despite the belated nature of this post, I wanted to take a minute to celebrate my hubby. Before we were mommy and daddy, we were us. Just he and I. We chose to connect our lives to one another forever and create a family.
Now, we are definitely not perfect and have been known to annoy the shit out of one another on occasion, but there is never a single moment that I regret that choice. Even before kids, I knew that we could make a better world together.
Fast forward to today… with two [spicy] cherubs of our own… it is clear that I am far luckier than I even knew when we decided to get married. Navigating the crazy world of parenthood with this man is incredible. He is a true co-parent and pushes us to face parenting as a skill that we’re constantly working on. He is protective of our children’s hearts and their innocence… but in a way that is realistic about the world.
He is deliberate and takes time to think things through (most of the time… ha!). He is goofy and definitely the more fun parent of the two of us. He embraces my passion for making things “special” and gets on board… even if it means staying up late every night straight for a week to build a mini deck and playhouse for our kiddos… in the rain.
He is the real deal…
So, I’m sorry to all you other dads out there, but this year my guy is taking the “#1 dad” position. I love you, sweet man of mine. Thanks for making our world one filled with love, passion, compassion, commitment and gratitude. Happy father’s day. xo
How silly are these little munchkins? Both kids came running out of my room on Monday, each wearing a pair of my glasses… and of course, thinking they were the funniest nuggets the world has ever seen.
I’ve been trying to catch the recent love fest that is Charlotte & Teddy, but she’s been very hush hush about it… to the point of demanding “no photos or viyeos!”
But, today I caught some of the magic…
I’m not sure what Teddy did to get back in C’s good graces, but he’s back in full force. (My fickle little munchkin.) She naps with him and even sweeter, she dances with him in the mornings.
Mark takes Henry to school in the morning at around 720/730ish, which leaves the morning for C and I. Most days, I’m struggling to get ready and unload/reload the dishwasher, so C listens to music while she eats and then spends the rest of the time dancing like a sweet little love with Teddy. Recent music choices: Mickey Mouse (which momma loathes) and Beauty & the Beast Soundtrack (Emma Watson version).
At the ripe age of 3.5, Miss C finally got her first haircut… shampoo and all! All said and done, she did a pretty great job (WAY better than Henry, although that says literally nothing).
She didn’t quite get the “straighten out your head” or “look down” OR “stay still” concepts, but whatevs! She wanted to look in the mirror, plus, the chick next to her had foils, which is weird for a hair salon newbie and obviously requires a few deep stares and quick glances.
Regardless, I think she loved it. When she saw her daddy, she told him that they cut “this side” (pointing to her hair on the left), but not “this side” (pointing to her hair on the right).
C: “Or was it this side and not that side?”
Me: I think she cut all of your hair
C: yeah. I think they cut all of it.
Oh! And bonus, she got to slam a can of juice before her appointment and got a tiny toy airplane from a guy who worked there, which Charlotte informed us that “she always wanted.” See Charlie, dreams do come true 💕