A photo journal comprised of my thoughts on motherhood and other life happenings, as well as some of professional work as a photographer. Southern California is home.
Any day that starts with donuts, ends with burgers, and has worms in between is a good day in my book. We, and by “we” I mean Willy, gave fishing off the pier a go. The boys had a blast watching the surfers and were mesmerized by the occasional fish that made it’s way onto the pier. We didn’t catch anything this go-around, but I sense there will be many more days in the future sitting, wishing, hoping, and reeling. Hope everyone had a wonder Father’s Day.
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Wishing all the Papa’s out there a very happy Father’s Day. And, as always, special love going out to my own dad who was also my softball coach as well as the man who ran to the store late at night to buy preparation H to put on my eyes (it apparently reduces the puffiness) after my 16-year-old heart was a puddle on the floor (as a side note, I learned that once while watching a dumb Miss America pageant… it’s probably the only thing I’ve ever learned from watching one of those shows and that’s because how could you ever forget something like that… I’ve never looked at preparation H the same).
Special love also going out to Willy’s dad. If you engage Willy in a conversation that has any amount of substance to it, he’s bound to tell you something about his dad with pride beaming from his eyes. Papa Niles, you done did good.
And, much love to our two boys. Hooper & Van, I speak for your Papa and I when I say that it is a privilege raising you and watching you learn and grow. We love you.
I’m behind in sharing some snippets from our Father’s Day weekend. Actually, I’m behind in a lot of things lately due to the fact we have not been living in our house. We’ve been a bit discombobulated this week, but construction on our kitchen is nearing an end and soon things will be back to normal… Until Van arrives, that is. Anyway, here’s some bits and pieces from our Father’s Day weekend.
There was card reading in bed.
Followed by book reading in bed.
Some cinnabons were consumed.
Cartoons were watched.
Afternoon beers were had.
We played in the pool.
Hooper played with janitorial items.
Hooper opened and closed the fence. Over and over.
Sarah played fetch.
Helicopters and airplanes flew overhead. Hooper pointed each and every one out.
Someone gave an abundance of daddy day hugs during his bath. Okay, he was really holding on for dear life as he suddenly hates the water poured over his head. But someone else (aka. Papa) ate it all up. So did I, hence all the photos.
Alas, the inevitable occurred. It all ended in another hug/grab on for dear life and in the end, everyone was happy.
We spent the rest of the afternoon in Santa Barbara at a family barbecue. It was a nice end to a nice day and we came home with some extra chocolate chip cookies, so you know, the day was pretty stellar.
Hooper has a new favorite word: “Papa”. It’s asked as a question of sorts in the morning: “Papa?” To which I normally answer, “Papa’s at work”, and Hooper proclaims, “ka” (aka “work”). He then ventures out of his room and proceeds to survey the house, leading me to the closed bedroom door where he once again questions “Papa?”. I open the door to prove he’s not there and then it’s on to something else. It’s no wonder he’s taken to the guy. I’m pretty smitten with him too. Hooper, soon-to-be-Van, and I… were lucky folks. I wonder when the transition will occur that our boys want nothing to do with me and everything to do with their too-cool-for-school dad. And when it does occur, looking in from the outside really won’t be so bad if it means peering in these two (soon to be three)…
Happy Father’s Day, Papa. Fatherhood sure looks good on you. Watching you as the man of the house really ruffles my feathers in the best kinda way. I love you.
And an extended Happy Father’s Day to my own dad, who will always be the man I measure others against.
Wishing all the dad’s out there a very special Father’s Day. Now man up and go do the dishes.
