This weekend I celebrated my baby daddy. While the attention was all on Dale, we were really just having fun as a family. When you have a million things going on, sometimes having fun as a family isn't as easy as it looks. Most days, its sort of half business, half trying to stay awake, and a tiny bit of having fun. Sometimes just "saying no" to laundry, diapers, dishes, and cleaning is nearly impossible.
This weekend we said "no". We set up our tent in the backyard and turned off the tv, computer, and telephone. We fired up the grill and ate no-fuss hot dogs. There was no wine talk, dryer ball making, or photo fun I was simply a mom and Dale was dad.
It was a perfect effing weekend.
Then the lightning came. The rain poured and we abandoned ship in favor of our dry, lightning free house. Even so, we sat peacefully watching lightning strike and thunder boom and slept in the next day.
Dale and I stayed in pajamas. Our laundry piled on the floor made the perfect bed for Kannon and we spent the day watching Baby Einstein and cooking crepes.
It was a perfect effing weekend.
Happy Father's Day Dale. I hope you enjoyed our silly, simple, staircase of fun.
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