Dada

Or as Grady would say DaDAAAAAA. Last weekend the boys and I treated Dada to some homebaked goods and breakfast in bed to show our appreciation. Sorry to all the out of town grandpas and other important men, if you lived closer you'd get goodies, and that's all you would have gotten since it was beyond my capabilities to get cards purchased and mailed this year.


The boys gave Dada breakfast in bed for Father's Day.

I tried to get the boys to smile for the camera, but they spied the cinnamon crunch bagel the P.anera fairy brought Dada, so all eyes were on it instead of me. For a second, at least. There's not much sitting in one place with two little boys. And yes, they are in diapers and a shirt. Why put on pants when you just need to take those off for diaper changes? We're efficient in this house. And maybe a little lazy. Whatever.

And later, while the boys napped, I slaved (ate cookie dough) in the kitchen to make some treats. 

Which were much appreciated. And quickly consumed. Grady and Cole both agreed that the 'Dada cookies' were good.  

And after all this it was still just 2pm. Ohmygodwhatwillwedowiththerestoftheday?? It's swelteringly hot in our area, so outdoor play is out. When desperate, we go to see....

Shish! Where we did sit still, but not for long.

The little girl in the background here was so desperately trying to teach the boys the different fish names. Thankfully she wasn't that sensitive to people's looks, 'cause Cole was shooting her some unpleasant ones. Sometimes a dude just wants to sit and enjoy, ya know?

 While other dudes need to be as expressive as possible. 24/7. 

And now, just for funsies, let's take a little trip down memory lane with Dada and his boys. 

June 2008. 

November 2008

December 2008

March 2009

July 2009

August 2009

December 2009

February 2010

We love you, Dada!  

And we're sorry we at the last of your cookies.

PS. What? you didn't know that was us? Nevermind.