How I Know I Must Be Doing Something Right

The day before Father's Day, P. and I went to the market for picnic supplies, and I finally chose one of those carts with a big toy car hitched to the front. P. in a new dress with a bow in her hair sat at the steering wheel, honking the horn and leaning out the window to grin at every adult we passed.

In the produce section, where we'd stopped so I could squeeze the avocados, a woman ducked down for a better look at her and said "My, aren't you cute!"

And then P. said:

"If you want to see something really super cute, you should see my baby brother!"


PS - If you're semi-local to me, you should be able to see me live on FOX 25 tomorrow at around 9:30 a.m. talking about Mom Meet Mom!

Our Father's Day

This year I wanted Father's Day to be extra special so P. and I (and even Bo) did plenty of pre-planning last week, like making footprints for a footprint path that led from my and the mister's bedroom down the stairs and into Bo's room where presents were waiting. P. made something special at daycare and laminated bookmarks at home, and she and I went shopping for Father's Day presents she mostly chose herself. She was particularly excited about the mister's new copy of All My Friends are Dead.

And we had actual plans, too! I found a hiking spot north of us where there would also be a live show about princesses and pirates, and P. and I packed a picnic. She was so cute this year, being evasive with the mister so everything would be a surprise. She'd be transparently cagey about presents or plans and then give me a big thumbs up and a smile while saying "Mama! I tricked papa!" Too cute!