Who's Yo Daddy?

How's that for a clever Father's Day title? I find when I am just playing catchup on the blog, the literary merit of my writing drops significantly and I score a zero in the "uses interesting detail" category.  So  I thought I'd try and stretch my brain for a second and come up with something hilarious.


I bet you're in hysterics on the floor right now.


Kyle called me around 10pm the night before father's day frustrated and deflated. True to form, his connecting flight from Chicago Midway was delayed.  I can count on 3 hands how many times we've flown in and out of Chicago, and I can count on one hand how many times our flight has been on time. Although this was not exactly a surprise to Kyle, he was really irritated. I, on the other hand breathed a sigh of relief that I'd have more time to finish cleaning and readying the house for his arrival. After all, I have to keep up the charade that I hold it all together just fine with him gone. So, while Kyle was irritated and probably looking for some sympathy and understanding, I told him to enjoy himself and go to the bookstore and pick out a book to read and hurried off the phone so I could get back to work. Meanwhile, I was wondering to myself, what is so terrible about sitting by yourself in an airport for a few hours? It's personally one of my favorite pastimes.


Just as I finished cleaning our bathroom a little after 2am I looked up to see Kyle's reflection in the mirror. It scared the tar out of me. Oh it was great to have him home!


Sunday after church we drove up to my folk's place and had a delicious Father's Day dinner/ Birthday Celebration for Little Lukey who turned 3. After dinner on our way out, the kids were really curious about the truck under the tarp parked in my parents' driveway. My Dad was so sweet to indulge them and they had a grand time checking out Great Grandpa Rex's '53 chevy Ford. Savannah was hilarous, demanding I get in the back while she pretending to drive me places.


I'd really like to get some professional pictures of the kids with this red vintage beauty. Those would be some beautiful photos. I got a little misty-eyed seeing my kids pretend to drive the truck and thought of my favorite Daddy-song of all time, "Drive" by Alan Jackson. In hindsight I think this was the perfect thing to do on Father's Day, bringing all the generations together reminscing of dads. It was perfect.

Kyle's father's Day gifts were really appropriate and "fatherly" this year. Nope, not ties nor socks.


These were from each of the kids:

And this was from me. Of course. Cause I know how to light his fire. Hehe....

 Getting excited for the pending sugar high. YEEAHHHHH!!!!!

p.s. love savvy's boots

 Rather anticlimactic, but we're rewinding here a second.... This is getting the fire going:

Lovely Monday evening in Happy Valley. Can you believe how lush and green everything is? You'd never guess we lived in the desert. Life is good when Dad is home.