So, Father's Day slipped by. With a card from the kids, lot's of snuggles, and...well...a lot of being a Dad that day. That's how Harold got to celebrate Father's Day. It's kinda fitting, since I celebrated Mother's Day in the ER with Jude. Harold celebrated Father's Day by hanging out with our family. Taking Ruby and Jude in the pool, and loading and unloading a minivan. :D
A few oldies but goodies:
He's pretty amazing. He went in a little bit late to work yesterday so that he could help get things ready for Ruby's birthday party. He had to come home for a couple of hours today, because I had to go have an ultrasound and we don't have anyone to watch our kids, other than us. He's got a lot of stress at work, and boy, does he ever need a vacation, but he doesn't come home and "check out" he never, ever does that. He's the most hard working, involved dad I know. He changes diapers, feeds bottles, plays with, cares for, disciplines, and everything in between.
I saw this on Facebook today...and I grabbed it. It's perfect.
I am so, so, so, grateful that my children have such a good father.