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Fathers Day gift

Father’s day has come and gone. Thanks to everyone who remembered us Dads! Phew! Its tough work !

I did see some great Father’s Day posts out there. But in the interest of brevity (for once) here is a Quote from one of my favorite posts on Sunday, courtesy of Beach Treasures and Treasure Beaches

Anyone who tells you fatherhood is the greatest thing that can happen to you, they are understating it.

Mike Myers

courtousy  of Beach treasures

As you may know by now, I am not big on celebrations per se. I down play birthdays and the like. So Father’s Day was not a big deal to me either. My feelings are its nice to be remembered and appreciated but that is about the extent of it.

Accordingly, Fathers Day I mowed the lawn.

But a blogging buddy, D’Anna at Style Salvation, pointed out what a cool Father’s Day I actually had via our comments to her Fathers day post.

Yes, while we did make it to my favorite restaurant, the one we never eat at because it appears I am the only one that likes it in our clan, and the lawn was mowed, and I celebrated with my greatest vice, ice cream, D’Anna pointed out my day was a bit more magical than that.

D’Anna, who has been one of the dozen readers I carry and knows my clan quite well by now, pointed out, “I bet received a homemade card from my little darlings” .

That I did! The truth is I am still receiving them! I received another homemade Fathers Day card tonight from my lil’ gems. In fact, I have received one every day for over a week from these loving daughters of mine. My girls have hearts of gold and in a few days, when grandma and grandpa come to visit, they will receive their stack of homemade “I love you’s” too.

But I am dragging this out. Know what the best gift I received Father’s Day was?

Dylan wanted to take our greyhound for a walk. He hasn’t been on a walk in our neighborhood in almost a year as he was charged by a dog coming out of its house last year and so he was scared to go past ours. Sure, he can bite and growl at the nanny but he is afraid of most any dog.

So I told Dylan that was a good idea. Chumley needs to get out of the house, burn some energy, and quit chewing on our furniture. I got the leash and hooked him up. I made it to the door and called for Dylan, “I’m ready”.

Dylan,  hollers back, “Wait a second I want to get a trash bag.”

I shrugged my shoulders, trash bag? “I don’t think I will need anything quite that large for walking Chum

Dylan replies, “No Dad, to pick up trash that is on the street.”

My jaw dropped. Where did she get this idea from? I was just awed and so pleased with her. What a beautiful daughter we have. Happy Father’s day to me! What a great gift God! Thank you!

Our girls just did complete a week of extensive training and schooling in Bible School last week. I asked if she learned about picking up and saving our earth from there? She said no. That the idea did come from school. ~our tax dollars at work! But she and her sister did have a great time at Bible School, and learning about Weird Animals last week. Here is one thing they learned real well. I have to admit, its kinda catchy!

Its Amazing!

Have a great Father’s day Week all you Dads out there!



Last weekend, our girls went on a field trip to a local fire Station with their Girl Scout troop (this is so cool as our youngest goes to all these events but she is technically not a Girl Scout) Most of  Dylan’s posse from school belong to this Girl Scout troop so it of a lot of run for her.

Dylan's Posse

Dylan’s Posse

Any who, they all came home from this adventure with Dylan’s best friend from school and her older sister.

She says, “Guess what Daddy? We are going to have a sleepover tonight! Isn’t that exciting?”

Now I don’t know what is the proper age for sleepovers is. maybe some of you do. But this seemed a bit premature in Daddy’s eyes. But not so much to my more ‘liberal’ wife though. So I went with it.

Eight O’clock came and the youngest girls went to bed, this is Dylan’s  friend. By 8:20 we had her bundled up and in the car to take her back to her house. She was too scared it turns out.

But her older sister by two years was still game for the sleepover. She rode with her younger sister back to her house and then rode with Mom back to our house.

Now I know you all know about the fun and shenanigans that go on at sleepovers. Well this girl didn’t.

Instead of sleeping upstairs with my two daughters she so much more preferred the roomier downstairs guest bedroom.  So while my two girls slept on the floor waiting for her to sleep with them, she rested leisurely in the queen bed downstairs. She preferred to be treated more like a queen it appeared.

But sleeping wasn’t on this girl’s mind. She came out once for some thing to eat. (we also had a pizza party for dinner that night) She came out again for something to eat. She came out a third time for something to eat.

I ended up going to bed around 11:30 that Saturday night, waiting for her to fall asleep. She was busy playing hide and seek with me. She would sneak out close to the kitchen. When I heard her I would get up and then she would run a fast as she could back to her guest suite.

I ended going upstairs to bed (my most favorite thing I look forward to all day). About 12:30 we get a knock on our door. She wants to go home. My wife, a lot more tolerant person by nature, got up with her. When she didn’t come back to bed immediately I got up to see what the story was.

Here was our guest in my office on the phone trying to call her Nana to pick her . She says, “I don’t know why nobody is answering.

I said “I do, SHE IS SLEEPING!  She doesn’t hear the phone.”

So I marched this young lady back to her room. Since she claimed she couldn’t sleep I turned the TV on for her and went back to my room. I prayed for guidance, no more interruptions and a house full of slumber.

The next morning I woke up to make everyone breakfast. Blueberry and banana pancakes were on the menu!  I go downstairs and all the girls are eating popcorn at 7:15 in the morning while watching a movie. Apparently our overnight guest found some microwave popcorn and decided to fix it for all the girls. Fine. “Who wants breakfast?”

Everyone but our guest chimed in with the number of pancakes that they could eat.  About this time I noticed all the lights were on in the house. So I started turning them off, following a trail of lights back to our guest bedroom. When I got back there it appeared I missed a party the night before.

There was an empty canister of peanuts on the nightstand, an empty bowl of salsa, a coke and a once bitten pop tart..all on the night stand. errrr!

In all fairness, these two young ladies are actually really sweet girls and some of Dylan’s best friends at school. I didn’t do my first sleep over until 5th or 6th grade I imagine. And I bet I was no favored guest my first times either. .. till I learned the ropes.

And I am sorry,  that is not what this blog is about. Let me take you to some place warm and fuzzy. Last week I threatened promised you with some more excerpts from Dylan’s writing journal. Here is one about her utty-ba-cutie  younger sister. Enjoy!

Skye at dinner with daddy

“I am thank full for my sisstre beckuse she is the Best sisstre a vall. I love me sisstre”

(It actually appears much longer written in her journal)


sisters in the rain


Lets hear it for Sisters everywhere! Sometimes they can be your best friend a vall!

Have a great weekend everyone!


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