That is what Ev says 85% of his waking hours. What is it with kids being obsessed with being outside? He has far more toys inside than outside. It's certainly cooler inside. While I always knew I LOVED the summer and triple digit days, I actually realize I more prefer to just lay out with a cold drink in hand on triple digit days, not chase a toddler. There are more biting bugs outside (errr...usually.) I guess, while he naps, I'll just chug some ice cold water to prehydrate and rest up. When he wakes, his first word will be either "Oww sigh" or "Paw Paw" (he's a bit obsessed with my Dad these days too.)
One of the many times my Dad made me smile... My Homet with our boy, Day #1
To the commoner, it may seem as if I am quite late to be giving "shouts out" to the Fathers in my life. However, to my medical family out there (read: that have to work many holidays), you know that events such as these can be celebrated for weeks after the fact. As a nurse, "Christmas" didn't fall on Christmas Day for my first five years. Easter, Father's Day, Thanksgiving can be celebrated whenever, as long as you have your family surrounding you and you remember what you're celebrating. If you call me sacrilege, go take your complaints to the moms whose babies I'm saving while you're carving your turkey. Trust me, they're a tough bunch. You won't get very far. That being said, we had Father's Week last week for my beloved Homet and last night we had Father's Day in order to celebrate my Pops. I could go on and on about how fabulous they are but it seems silly to do that for you, my readers. If you know me well, you probably already know that I think those two men hung the moon in the sky for me. I am thankful for them every single minute of every day. They are two fabulous fellas that have made me who I am today. I came across this article that begs to be shared. I am aware there are men like this that exists. This article just makes me appreciate what I do have. Wonderfully written...
I never thought I would say this but as it turns out...I'm a sucker for a boy in tighty whities (or navies). Don't tell his father.
Here's that adorable little bum walking the pet dog that we allowed him to have. (Because we're such giving parents and he is such a responsible pet owner.) Chattin' Granna up Showing me how big he's gotten. I know he looks big but, no fear, he promised me he'd stop growing right about now.