A couple of weeks ago my dad came over really early to watch the girls. At 7 am he knocked on the door. Now, I realize that in some people's homes that is insanely-early and everyone would still be sleeping. Pre-kids that might have been true for my home. But, the Three were up exceptionally early that morning, anticipating Grandpa's visit.
Rewind about 28 years.
Papa was going to babysit us for a short while while my parents went out! How exciting! Other people rarely watched us, so this was a real treat. And, he was coming to my house! I don't remember the time of day, but the very vivid memory I hold is that he made us scrambled eggs. I remember standing on a chair next to the stove watching him make them, the brownish pan he cooked them in, and the three of us sitting at the table eating them. I told my mom when she got home what we did, but am not sure if she realizes the impact of the eggs and Papa Vince!
Back to 2008.
As I was running around the house getting ready to leave (Mike and I both had early morning commitments that day), telling Dad the last minute instructions for the girls, he asked if I had eggs. (of course?) He was going to make an egg for himself and when the girls realized what he was doing, they got very excited and also wanted one. Chloe was thrilled, and Grandpa held her up so she could see inside the pan on the stove. The next day, she recited the entire morning to me - and got excited about Grandpa making her an egg!
I'm guessing the girls will always remember the morning Grandpa came to babysit them and made them eggs ... doesn't every granddaughter have that memory of her grandpa?
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Weekend News
Ok, so I totally stole that title from Maddie's 1st grade writing class. (they write about their weekend happenings ... there's always so much for Maddie to write about!)
Father's Day. Yesterday was the day we celebrate Dads. Isn't it funny how our culture doesn't make that big of a deal about Father's Day? But Mother's Day! It's like it's own little holiday. Kids should have a day off from school. We should have a parade! But seriously, dads are great. Take my husband for example. He's an awesome father - patient, kind, fun, caring, did I mention patient? For "his" day he wanted to go golfing with some friends. I thought it was odd, because since it's father's day should you spend it with your kids? I really don't care, but he had a great time. The weather was perfect!
Saturday night, we decided to give him his Father's Day present a little early. (Sunday mornings are complete chaos in our house, getting ready for church, etc.) So the girls "hid" the present behind their backs -- and presented it to him with great care (er, I mean they flung it at him). A new MP3 Player! Woohoo! Yes, he was totally surprised and excited by the whole thing. I hinted that they also come in pink so he could buy another one sometime for someone else in the household.
When he got back from golfing yesterday evening, he announced "This is the best Father's Day ever!" Who knew?
Friday. Aren't Fridays the best? The whole weekend in front of you. It's almost exciting when we don't have plans on Friday night, because one phone call can totally change the entire night and rest of the weekend. We're totally spur-of-the-moment people, when our schedule allows for it, that is. As I was splashing around in the inflatable pool with the girls, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"What to come over for pizza and to swim in the pool tonight? Mike can meet us here after work." said the caller
"Yesss! We'll be there in 90 minutes!"
It happened that quick. I shuffled the girls out of the water, dried them off, got everyone dressed, packed up extra clothes and the wet suits. Then my suit. And Mike's. And the last clean towel. And pj's for the kids. And all the baby gear (bottle, formula, etc.). I made a quick phone call to Mike (his reply: Yesssss!) ... and we were off!
Father's Day. Yesterday was the day we celebrate Dads. Isn't it funny how our culture doesn't make that big of a deal about Father's Day? But Mother's Day! It's like it's own little holiday. Kids should have a day off from school. We should have a parade! But seriously, dads are great. Take my husband for example. He's an awesome father - patient, kind, fun, caring, did I mention patient? For "his" day he wanted to go golfing with some friends. I thought it was odd, because since it's father's day should you spend it with your kids? I really don't care, but he had a great time. The weather was perfect!
Saturday night, we decided to give him his Father's Day present a little early. (Sunday mornings are complete chaos in our house, getting ready for church, etc.) So the girls "hid" the present behind their backs -- and presented it to him with great care (er, I mean they flung it at him). A new MP3 Player! Woohoo! Yes, he was totally surprised and excited by the whole thing. I hinted that they also come in pink so he could buy another one sometime for someone else in the household.
When he got back from golfing yesterday evening, he announced "This is the best Father's Day ever!" Who knew?
Friday. Aren't Fridays the best? The whole weekend in front of you. It's almost exciting when we don't have plans on Friday night, because one phone call can totally change the entire night and rest of the weekend. We're totally spur-of-the-moment people, when our schedule allows for it, that is. As I was splashing around in the inflatable pool with the girls, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"What to come over for pizza and to swim in the pool tonight? Mike can meet us here after work." said the caller
"Yesss! We'll be there in 90 minutes!"
It happened that quick. I shuffled the girls out of the water, dried them off, got everyone dressed, packed up extra clothes and the wet suits. Then my suit. And Mike's. And the last clean towel. And pj's for the kids. And all the baby gear (bottle, formula, etc.). I made a quick phone call to Mike (his reply: Yesssss!) ... and we were off!
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