I have some stuff to show you guys, because I like to treat this blog as a show-and-tell sometimes. Do you remember the excitement that you could barely contain when you were able to bring an item in for show-and-tell? And usually it was something like the gnarly old hand-me-down bear you found in a dust wad under your bed. But to be able to show it to your friends and teacher, and bask in the limelight for a minute? Pure gold.
My Dad is my show-and-tell item for this post. He was in town for a week, and I’ve finally recovered. It’s not that he is horribly high-maintenance, it’s just exhausting to me to have house guests. You know, with me being a hermit and all. After the 2nd day he’s here, it becomes all so clear to me just how little I like to chit chat. I mean, my mouth is yapping all day at my kids and their crazy voices are vying for space in my ear holes, and throw an excited dad/grandpa in the mix and all hell breaks loose.
My dad’s a talker, alright, and it’s very sweet to see him interact with my kids and I get a little teary when I see how much they all love each other, and they’re little gabbers, too, so a lot of time I get to just observe all the fun and take it in and interject when I actually have something to say.
I digress, eh? Here is some of what went down when old granpappy rotten peanuts was in town.
I made my sister take a double selfie with me in front of soup at Target. Dad forgot to pack any shirts, so we had to find him some new ones. In case you are burning with curiosity, he bought a white polo shirt and a pale yellow polo shirt.
Manhattans went down easy the first night he was here. I was chatty then.
Christian made a lovely fire and S’mores were consumed like crazy. (I loathe the word S’mores.)
I took a double-selfie with my dad somewhere at lunch. This was before he bought his new shirts.
You may notice my Rudolph nose? That is where the derm froze some sun damage off. Eek, but it was pretty. Plus I’m getting my haircut tomorrow and I guess I should bleach my teeth more and I’m getting old lady neck and also my chin looks horrendous. What?
So onto the trip to the mini zoo for rehabbed animals. I love going to this place and every time I am shocked by how large hawks are when you see them up close. Those birds are BAD-ASS.
In the gift shop, I found a squirrel with a wonk-eye. On the right are some pictures that were made by animals at the zoo. I think they had help from some people who thought it would be really cute to torment the animals by dipping their paws into paint and making them stomp on paper. I bet they felt pretty good about themselves with that little stunt. I bet they patted themselves on the back a whole lot and had smug little grins plastered on their hateful little faces. Isn’t the artwork sweet?
The middle photo is some animal I’ve never seen before, but it looks dangerous.
I hope you have enjoyed this mini romp through my life, and please join me again real soon when I don’t have a cold and my brain isn’t fuzzy and Beckett hasn’t been asking me questions for 30 minutes straight. The end.