Happy Father's Day!

Oh my gosh, I can't believe I forgot to mention this! Pudding Pops are back! I looooved these with a love that was probably unnatural. I saw them in the freezer case and, although I didn't buy them because they don't fit with my new low-sugar lifestyle, I was comforted by their return. Strangely, their return was very low-key - you'd think with all the petitioning and so forth going on requesting their return, Kraft would have have made a bigger deal out of it. They don't even have them on their website. Maybe they didn't want to cause riots.


We went to Sonoma today for Dad's Day. A. wore a cute little T-shirt. They were selling a turkey bbq plate in the plaza for $12. Yikes. So we got sandwiches at the Cheese Factory and ate by the playground. A. found a slide that was just his speed (i.e. slow), but it must have given him some gumption because my normally cautious little boy tried over and over to hurl himself headlong into the duck pond.

Much too quick Shout-Out to G., the best father in the universe. According to A., no one is as funny as Papa, and no one chases him quite as well. No one else buys him Thomas the Train Engine and his whiny pal Percy with tracks just because he loves them so. G. lets me sleep in because it makes me a happier person, he makes dinner when I work late, and he lets A. crawl all over him, dump his desk drawer all over the floor and make random calls on his cell phone. He's a great dad.

Daddy in the Window

Thanks to Laid-Off Dad, I discovered The Mirror Project. I immediately recalled my favorite reflective photo of G. When we were pregnant, we received a number of great gifts from his mom who lives in another state. G. liked to take photos of the things she's given us in use and then send the photos to her. So he took photos of the nursery decorated with her stuffed animals and photo frames. What we realized, fortunately, right before we were about to send them to her was that he was naked while taking the photos and that you could see his nakedness reflected in the window, behind the cute frames and stuffed giraffes. Praise the Lord that we saw that before she did. And no, I'm not going to post it. If G. starts doing porn, we're going to get paid for it and that's final.

Men in the Kitchen

G went to add some canned chicken to the dish he was making (his mom's Chinese Chicken Casserole), and looked at the label more closely. He'd bought "Chicken of the Sea," thinking it was canned chicken. Jessica Simpson doesn't need to feel so bad now. So he made Chinese Tuna Casserole instead. (Honestly, it still sucked).

Here're the new fishies...Thursday and Friday. Friday's camera shy.

Well, Seattle was fun...what I saw of it, anyway. I got sick with whatever Aidan had on Saturday, so I spent the day in the hotel bed. Fortunately, it was a really nice bed. Thank you to my sister for securing an apartment-size hotel room. Then poor Greg got it on Sunday. I think we all had strep, because the sore throat and fever were the main symptoms. We also had this weird rash, which apparently was scarlet fever. Isn't that what made Mary blind on Little House on the Prarie? "Didja hear about the Lunasea's? They got that scarlet fever over at their house!" We're all fine now.

G and his friend T held a baby shower today for their friend D. T's wife and I helped, but really they planned it all. I'm realizing that's kind of unusual - guys holding a baby shower. G made Betty Clarizio's famous pizza (from his grade school days) and it was quite good even though I usually don't like homemade pizza. It's kind of like homemade chinese food - just not quite as good as takeout. But his was pretty darn good.

A's current words: "TeeVeeeee"; "Pretty": said about anything outside that he likes; "Yeah": a general affirmative answer, as in "Can you say please?" "Yeah." He needs to get his hair cut again, but I'm not sure I'm going to go the homemade route again.