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!