Sunday, July 3, 2011

A Daddy Weekend

I can't really even put into words how much I love having a weekend when all the stars are aligned and 1. we are not traveling, 2. the weather is nice, and 3. my husband isn't working. Oh, it's wonderful. Fortunately, I do not need to rely solely on words to describe this happy time. I have photo documentation.

Daddy has been making lots of forts and Little Sister has been able to join in the fun. The girl loves to roll around on a blanket.

"Can I come in?"

This one lights up at the sight of her Daddy.

This morning we baked our banana chocolate chip muffins for Daddy.

This is the face she makes when she says, "Cheese!"

"They're puffing up!" She kept calling the muffins "mushrooms." This kid cracks me up.

After they baked, she "painted" honey on top of them.

She was so proud of herself!

She said, "I eat a bwownie out of the mushwoom!" when she picked a chocolate chip out of the muffin.

Sharing a special snack with Daddy.

And can I just gush for a moment about how ridiculously easy it is to take the girls to the pool when I have another pair of hands along??

I was even able to take photos for once!

Lass is happy when she can play with a ball. Or two.

Easy, easy, easy. I'm gushing here.

Did I mention this one loves to play with a ball?

We've been playing very hard this weekend.

And even after all this playing, Daddy is making bratwurst tonight. I can't wait to eat them. Homemade bratwurst are the best.
I'm listening to fireworks outside right now. I tried to get Miss out of her bed (she's not asleep yet) and take her out to see, but she didn't like the sound. She wrapped herself around me, clung on for dear life, and said, "I want to go in my bed and go to sweep." So she's missing the fireworks tonight, but tomorrow we will celebrate the 4th of July. Mostly our day will consist of more of what you see here. Family. Love. Fun. Eating. Pool. Mix in some patriotism and perhaps a sparkler or two, and you have a celebration. Happy 4th of July.

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