Father's Day

Disclaimer:  Since I am super-lazy at life lately taking pictures...these pool pics are all from my FIL and have nothing to do with the rest of the post other than proof that we actually do exist and we did, in fact, go to the pool among other things this weekend.  Thanks, Mike! 

I love this guy... 

completely gratuitous picture of his biceps

And this guy loves this guy...

We spent some time having fun at the pool this weekend.  No pictures of mama (thank heavens) but I was there.  And everyone at the pool now knows that I am having a baby girl we will name Anna, and exactly where my nipples are located.  What was a sweet moment (Sam patting mommy's belly and declaring that baby sissy, Anna is in there) turned into a lesson in anatomy when he proceeded to grab my chest in front of the pool-goers and loudly exclaim "Here are mommy's nipples!"  Thank you, Sammy!

There were also some thoughtful gifts this weekend...a little framed interview from Sam describing how his favorite thing about his daddy is that he is "The Hulk", how he believes his daddy is "3 feet tall and I don't know inches", and when asked how much he thinks his daddy weighs...my dear child responded "Ummm, I don't know.  He is bigger than mama."

Bless you, child!  Even in my third trimester, you can recognize that daddy is still bigger than mommy.  That response was worth framing right there!  And you immediately redeemed yourself from the poolside nipple-gate!

And from me...an extremely stupid DVD of the complete first (and only) season of Testees ever produced.  Never heard of that show?  There's a reason.  It's actually really funny...but if juvenile humor is not your thing, then you can keep this one off your Netflix queue list.

We also had some friends over for a BBQ, which involved lots of smoked baby back ribs and brisket. 
And my child...in time out...a lot.  He's becoming quite the territorialist.  That's not even a word.  I made it up.  It's a mix between territorial and terrorist.  It's a fitting description.

And then...the sappy Father's Day cards made the rounds.  One for my dad involved the phrase "I wanted to give you something personal for Father's Day...so I farted in this card!"

Another for my FIL involved a bearded and hairy gentleman standing in front of Mount Rushmore donning hot pants that revealed more of his buttocks than you'd like to see.  

Heartfelt and meaningful.  That's what we're all about.

where does Sam get that expression?

And to top it all off, on our way home from dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's, my dear husband spotted 3 bucks in the field.  We, of course, circled around to get a better view.  I was on the phone with a friend at the time and Andy kept saying "Look at that rack... check out that rack.  I wish I had my rifle right now...that's a pretty big rack."

So...sorry friend if you kept hearing my husband talking about "racks" in the background and was wondering what was going on.  Really...he was talking about deer.

Quality time with the smoker...lots of meat...relaxing poolside...a meaningful gift of slightly raunchy, juvenile humor...and a buck sighting spurring on that excitement for deer season.  Could Father's Day get any better? 

Our hearts are bursting with love for you, Andy!  Happy Father's Day!