Father’s Day weekend treated us well.
On Saturday, Mia was super-tired and was ready for her nap at 10:30AM. Jevon and Alexa went out to run a few errands. Mia and I stayed home (she really wanted to go).
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| They're going WITHOUT ME? |
I put her down and she slept for 2.5 hours! When she got up, friends of ours
were headed to the Beaches Beer and BBQ Festival, so we packed up and walked
down to Woodbine Park.
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| Stylin' |
We quickly realized that we should have invested in entire outfits of
rib stain camo.
I ended up with little rib sauce face prints on my shoulders, a rib
sauce handprint on my thigh, and an ice cream cone embedded in the bum pocket
of my jeans. Jevon had little rib sauce finger prints and an ice cream face
print on his pants. Live and learn.
On our way home, we went past the midway. Alexa wanted to go to it, but
it was expensive and tiny, so we compromised on pizza instead of a midway ride.
It wasn’t the healthiest day, but after a whole afternoon of sitting in the
sun, neither Jevon nor I wanted to think about making dinner. By bed-time the
girls were exhausted – and so were we!
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| Starting home - Mia "helped" |
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Stacked up shoulder rides
(Minnie Mouse got the best deal) |
On Sunday, we had our Father’s Day celebrations in the morning, with
fried eggs and coffee for breakfast followed by some little gifts for Jevon
(namely a beer tasting dinner out with some of his dad-friends). Alexa kept
saying: “Woohoo! This is the BEST Father’s Day!”
Alexa had a birthday party to go to on Sunday afternoon. It started at
1:00PM. She started asking if it was time yet at 8:30AM. She was so excited.
She kept telling Jevon all of the things they would do at the party. For a
2-hour party, she sure had some big ideas! Tallulah, the birthday girl, had
asked for her guests to wear princess dresses. Alexa was more than happy to
oblige. She also wanted her hair in a French braid, and she wore a necklace and
a ring, although Jevon convinced her to leave the ring at home so it wouldn’t
get lost.
Alexa was so antsy for the party that I eventually had to put the timer
on, and I told her she could leave the house as soon as the timer went off. She
passed the time snuggling with her dad. The timer went off at 1:00PM exactly,
and she had her sparkle shoes on, the gift in hand, and was across the street
at the party by 1:03PM. She bopped in the door, and waved goodbye to me. She
had NO need for Mummy to stay.
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Waiting for the timer to go off, telling
Daddy about what's going to happen |
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| On her way |
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| Heading over to the party |
During the party, Jevon and I started puttering around the house. Mia
woke up from her nap soon after Alexa left, so we took her into the back yard
and started working around there. We commented to each other that having 2
parents and 1 kid is really easy. During and after the party, Jevon started
hauling the scraggly little cedars out of the yard using only his brute
strength and a little camping hatchet. I helped a bit. Neither of us was
wearing shoes, but Jevon did make one concession to safety: he wore gloves.
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| This is what water tables are for, right? |
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| He-Man |
I went to pick Alexa up at 3:00, and she was the only kid still eating
cake. The rest of the girls were done and playing, but Alexa was happily,
slowly, eating “brown cake with smarties”. It seems that most of her high hopes
for the party came true: they wore party hats, they had a tea party, they got
their faces painted, they ate cake, Tallulah liked her present, and Alexa got a
treat bag.
We hung around the front yard for a few minutes with our next-door
neighbour, and then wandered our way to the back yard again as Jevon polished
off the cedars. I got out the hose to fill the water table and our afternoon
quickly devolved.
Alexa asked for a balloon, so I blew up two and then I got the great
idea to show the girls about water balloons. Mia was not engaged, but Alexa
thought they were great fun. We had a hilarious time with water balloons until
Mia got splashed in the face. She was unimpressed. The girls were muddy
head-to-toe, so they had quick baths before dinner to get the worst off and
long baths after dinner to get properly clean.
Dinner was a bit of a mess: we overcooked the steak; Alexa crashed from
all the day’s excitement (I told her to sit up straight in her chair and she
yelled: “This is the WORST FATHER’S DAY!”); and Mia threw her entire dinner to
the dog. We redeemed the evening with cuddles, books, baths, the NBA finals,
and (long after the girls were asleep) the violent Game of Thrones season
finale.
Before she went to sleep, Alexa called Jevon back into her room for
Father’s Day hugs, and she told him that it was actually the best Father’s Day.
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