Sunday, June 19, 2016

Today was Father’s Day.  We spent lots of time enjoying each other.  There was a long nap and lots of silly giggles.

Throughout the day I reinforced that it was “Happy Daddy Day.”  She bounced up and down yelling either “happy daddy!” or “happy day!”  I don’t think we ever got the full “Happy Daddy Day” down, but we did a lot of trying.

After naps, we went to Grammy’s house and played on the steps of the pool.  I feel like I went through a major rite of passage.  I survived my first poop-in-the-pool episode.  There isn’t a manual for this experience, and I felt completely unprepared.  You figure out while you’re in the middle of it with poop juice trickling on the floor just what you’re supposed to do with the kid and the commode.  I hear it’s not the last time I’ll get to experience this fine aspect of parenthood.  Oh goody…

By the end of the evening, we were pretty sleepy.  We snagged every blanket we could find – even Mommy’s great big blanket.