Belated Father's Day

Last sunday I had very good intentions of getting on here and paying tribute to my father whom I adore. I also need to let the father of my girlies know how fabulous I think he is.....which is why I didn't get anything posted. I was busy making breakfast, lunch. homemade bread, and dinner for my hubby. They say the way to a man's heart is through he stomach, but I am not sure about that. Anyway, with all the time in the kitchen, I just didn't want to sit in there any longer and spend time on the computer. So I am taking the chance, almost a week late to make up for my laziness.

I have always considered myself a daddy's girl. I love my mom, don't get me wrong, but I would always rather be outside helping my dad than stuck in the house. I grew up mowing lawn, helping haul hay, working in the garden (that one was not something I did willingly), just about anything I could do to stay out of the house. I used to LOVE when my dad would drive us to "the lake" on hot afternoon's. We usually went in our old Willy's Jeep. It was a hoot to ride in. I think my girlies would rather walk than ride in that old Jeep, but I loved it. My dad would steak out a place in the sand and settle in for a siesta. Jeans, long sleeved button up shirt, cowboy boots and all. He would put his hat on his face and just hang out until it was time to go home. We could spot him from anywhere. I hope my kids can back and remember some of the things their dad does. Anyway, I love my dad and have always tried my hardest to make him proud of me. That respect for my dad kept me out of a lot of trouble. My dad waited up for me every time I went out. I knew that no matter what I did, he would be waiting up and I would have to face him when I got home. I am sure I did some things he would not approve of, but nothing that I regret, or that would surprise him if he found out. I am so glad that I got to have the dad that I have.

The other dad in my life is the father of my sweet girlies. He is an amazing dad. He lives in the estrogen ocean and nothing ruffles his feathers. He humors the girls with almost everything they want to do. He spoils them dang near rotten. Roo reminds me on a regular basis that her dad would do whatever I won't for her. He is an amazing man and I am so glad that we can be a family together. For Father's Day last year he told me all he wanted to do is go to Vegas for breakfast at a buffet. Since that wasn't going to happen, we made him his own buffet here at home. Now it seems to be a tradition. The girls love it and he fusses over them and makes them feel like a million dollars. I am so glad he is such a good dad.

This week has been another long one at our house. Roo has been sick most of the week. Poor thing hasn't kept much down. Hubby has been out of town so I have been on sick kid duty by myself. She was soooo glad to see him come in the door this afternoon. Then M&M had an alergy attack and her eyes started to swell. We ended up at the doctor with her. She was sure that she had pink eye, but she didn't. We did find out that she weighs 50 lbs. and is 50 inches tall. (she's 10....and a pip-squeek). Three years ago at her last visit she was 47 lbs. and 45 inches tall. I would love to have only gained three lbs. in three years. She didn't get that from me. Anyway, I am hoping for a quick recovery of Roo and spending some time as a family this week-end.

Catch up

I don't know if anyone has noticed, but I am quite a slacker these days. I have been up to my eyeballs in summer and not taken the chance to sit down and blog. Shame on me. I have been thoroughly enjoying NOT getting up at 6:30 a.m. In fact I should get up earlier than I am. Maybe next week. I have been very good about getting my exercise. It is so much fun to do with three little girls heckling me the entire time. This morning I was down on my elliptical machine with Roo (formerly known as my baby) telling me to get off because it was her turn the entire time. As soon as I was done, she wanted nothing to do with it. Go figure. Little stinker. So far summer has been good. Rainy, but good. The fighting amongst the natives is at a minimum most of the time. We have Movie Monday, library Weds. and they and trying to fit as many friends in between that as they can.



Roo started swim lessons this last week and it will be quite an adventure. Their poor teacher has three little stinkers in this class that do not want to do anything....including Roo. I do a lot of coaxing and a little bit of threatening. She is now much less afraid of the water and I am hoping by the end of lessons she will actually put her head under. She is cracking me up by randomly plugging her nose and sinking just up to her eyes in slow motion. I was glad I took my video camera the first day to catch her in action. Her sisters are feeling quite ripped off that they don't get lessons but have come along and cheered her on. They are such good big sisters.



Tues. night I had my card swap meeting. (can you hear the hallelujah choir in the background?) As always it was awesome. Cute cards, great time to wind down. I am loving it. I forgot to take a pic of my card before I gave them away. It wasn't my favorite card, so I didn't make one for myself. The project was a lot of fun. We made Father's Day card with clear scraps. It is this really cool clear plastic stuff you can cut on your cricut and then we colored it and it makes a very cute, quick card. Did I mention I just love to go to swap nights?

Now we need to figure out what to do for Hubby for Father's Day. He is so very hard to figure out when it comes to what he needs. Last year he wanted to go to Vegas and eat at a buffet for Father's day. Since that wasn't something we could do at the time, the girls and I made our own buffet and called it the "Lost Wages" buffet. I would love to do it again, but church is at 9 and in order to get that all done I would have to get up WAY too early. I will have to figure something else out. I will have plenty of help because the girls like to spoil their daddy.

Maybe I will take the time to play today. I haven't even taken time to do anything fun. Maybe I will just sit back and enjoy not having anything much to do.

Silence

There is one thing I treasure in the middle of the day that I never even thought of before I had children. It is to sit in my house with silence surrounding me. No tv, no radio, just the sounds of the birds outside and the kitchen fan that is always running. I dropped the children off to spend the week-end at grandma's for the cousin slumber party and am now sitting at home thinking about all the things I could be doing. (it should not involve time on the computer, but it is way past time that I catch up my blog). I have not had much quiet at our house since school got out a week ago. My baby is not happy that her life has been interrupted and she has spent a good part of summer break so far "lelling" at her sisters for all the things she thinks they should, or should not be doing. They don't want to watch "her size" on tv and she doesn't like "thier size." They think they need to spend time alone in their rooms. She doesn't think that is very fair. They want to have their friends over and she wants to be involved in every possible second of what they are doing. It is a hard job being the baby, just ask her.

Anyway, since I haven't posted since before school got out I need to catch up just a bit. We had the end of school awards assembly. B just happened to get the Hope of America award. This is a big honor. It is sponsored by the local Kiwanis club. One girl and boy in each 6th grade class get this award. I asked B if she was surprised and she said, no. Humility is not her strong point. The qualifications are that the student must demonstrate leadership, ethical and moral character and outstanding academic accomplishment. B said she realized as they read the award, she fit all those catagories. I can't argue with her but the though that she and her blonde brain are the hope of America scares me just a little bit. I am proud of her for being a good girl and hope she continues on her course, blondeness and all.

M&M came home the last day of school broken hearted. She does this every year, and every year I forget until she comes in the house sobbing. She is going to miss her teacher. I think this year is especially bad. She had an amazing teacher that M&M loves. The fact that she will still see her next year doesn't matter to her. It just won't be the same. She's is right about that, but we all have to move on, it's part of life.

Now I get to wait for my dear hubby to come home. I hope he is not as late as he thinks he is going to be. On the other hand, if he is, I can get some stamping done and maybe have something to post. I do know that I am going to savor every bit of quiet until I go pick up the girls tomorrow.