Anderson swinging with Grant and Claire.
Daddy and Jake swinging. Anderson excited about the sprinklers.
Father's Day was busy, like most holidays for us. The day started out with brunch with Grandpa Edgar at our house. I made a blueberry french toast bake and a four cheese quiche. It was very yummy if I do say so myself. I spent almost 4 hours yesterday preparing food for the brunch and the b-bq at my sis's house later in the day. For the b-bq I made a frozen strawberry ice cream type cake, salad, and a chicken a'la orange pasta salad.
When the boys went down for their nap, I left Kevin at home so he could relax. I picked up Jared because I was hell bent on doing some garbage picking. Let me just say I have NEVER garbage picked before. Not that I'm judging, it's just not something I've ever done. BUT yesterday as Kevin and I headed to Great Lakes Crossing we took a detour to see some of the bizillion dollar homes in the area and I noticed someone was throwing out something similar to this.
Though it had arms and a back to it and was definitely a vintage piece. A beautiful bench with drawers for storage underneath. I squealed for Kevin to stop and go back immediately but he refused. Some crappy excuse about their being no room in the back with the stroller and mega diaper bag. I couldn't stop thinking about it all day and into the night. So Jared and I made our way back to the dirt road with the gianormous homes only to find it was gone. Of course it was. Some lucky SOB has my bench right now.
Later in the day we headed to the McBride's house for a b-bq with my family. The boys had a great time playing with Grant and Claire. After dinner we let them run through the sprinkler while my Dad hyperventilated over the fact that they weren't wearing their bathing suits, rather the clothes they had on their back. No wonder I have some of the irrational fears in life that I have. After the fun had ceased it was time to load up, head home, take a bath and call it a day.