Father's Day!

Before getting into how we celebrated Father's Day, I'd like to dish out a little useful advice to other moms out there: Don't give your kid prune juice even if he says it's the best juice he's ever had and insists on having seconds. There's a reason the stuff is recommended only to those who can't get the troops to move out. We've been keeping track of Collin's potty usage with stickers on a chart, and I simply ran out of room today. The kid couldn't hop on a toilet fast enough all day. The positive side about the whole experience is that he had a lot of potty practice, and going #2 definitely isn't a problem for him, not that it ever was. Ask Collin about prune juice now, and he'll tell you straight up it makes you poop...a lot. Okay, lesson learned.

Daddy came home to the aroma of cinnamon rolls around 8:45 a.m. from a little guys' night out the night before. After breakfast, Collin helped Mike open his cards and presents - a road bike maintenance book, bike maintenance tools, chain cleaning system, and chain lube - and then proceeded to tell Mike unprompted, "Thank you for being my dad." Awww. Then it was time for Olivia's nap, and clearly Daddy needed one too, so I took Collin on a walk to the playground for about an hour (pre-prune poop, thank God). Lunchtime kind of crept up on us somehow, so I jumped right into making some chicken parmesan for the man of honor because it's one of his favorites. That night, we went to GamB and Grandpa's house for a little cookout and to celebrate the senior Jennings father. Quality fam time is always nice, isn't it? Miss my dad, but I'll get to see him in just a few days at Myrtle Beach.

Happy Father's Day, Dad! And Mike! And Dad J! And Grandpa! And all the other dads out there!