ITS FATHERS DAY!!!!
In honor of Fathers Day I have decided that I would share with
you some of my most favorite memories of mine from the father of my kids- trust
me they are good ones…
When Logan was about 17 months old, Kevin and I were
both teaching a primary class. To clarify: I was teaching the class and Kevin
was on baby Logan duty. On this particular day Logan had a sour tummy and “so
did Kevin” So they stayed home and I went to primary to teach. This was to be
Kevin’s first time watching him solo for more than 30 minutes. I gave him very
detailed help aids: don’t leave him alone in the kitchen, don’t let him in the
bathroom at all, only give him a, b or c for a snack, put on Lilo & Stitch
if all else fails. We had just found out a few days before this Sunday that
Logan was allergic to milk and the poor dude had a very raw bum from milk he was
given before we knew. I was of to primary and all things were fine until
something warm and smelly hit that raw bum. Daddy had to change his first diaper
ever. SOLO. He claims that he remembers me saying that leaving the diaper off
for a little bit helps with the sting on the bum and so he did not ‘holster the
weapon’ and just let the baby boy run around commando. He then broke rule #1 and
let Logan into the kitchen without supervision. Logan found a glass jar and
proceeded to bang it on the floor because it made a really cool sound. Kevin
just figured that as long as he could hear Logan banging the jar on the floor
that all was good and he…I don’t know, watched TV I guess. Then, things got
quiet. Kevin
called for the offender of the quiet and got no response. He then sought after
him and walked into the kitchen where he found Logan full of assumed peanut
butter. He was certain that it was
peanut butter because a) it looked to be that consistency and color and b) Logan
was trying to eat it. . He grabbed the boy and surveyed the floor looking for
the source of the peanut butter. No source but he noticed that his arm, where
the boy’s bottom was planted, was also full of peanut butter. Ah, ha!! Source
found! And it was not peanut butter. Enter Kevin freaking out. Logan was covered
in ‘peanut butter’ and now so was Kevin! Logan had it all over his hands, legs
and face and was trying to share his ‘peanut butter’with Kevin. He took the
smeared baby into the tub, which was empty, and plopped him into it, then turned
on the water. I, never having thought
that Kevin would need to bathe the boy, left out a very important detail
that Logan was very afraid of the water as it filled the tub. Logan was
screaming and gripping onto whatever part of Kevin he could get a hold of to try
to get out of the tub, all the while smearing ‘peanut butter’ all over him. Kevin washed him off the best and
fastest he could and then bundled
him up in a towel and brought him in to diaper the naughty source of the peanut
butter. On the way into the bedroom, he stepped right next to where the dogs
water bowl was and got his socks all wet, but his main concern was diapering the
bottom. Once the task was done he removed his socks, looked at them and saw that
it was not water that the dog had spilled but actually a pile of peanut butter
and Kevin had just successfully tracked it all over the carpet. Discouraged
at the day’s events, Kevin looked at the clock hoping that I would be home at
any minute to rescue him from this catastrophe. Only 30 minutes had passed. He
decided that he could not take it anymore and strapped Logan into his car seat
and drove around for the remaining 90 minutes. Kevin didn’t babysit Logan
again until after he was potty trained. And he still won’t eat peanut
butter.
My favorite story with Anderson isn’t a funny one, but a really
cute one. When Anderson was just 18 months old, in the dead of winter, we had 2
dogs. Both dogs were fed outside because Anderson had an obsession with the dog
food and I had just plain had enough. The local birds really enjoyed this and
Anderson LOVED the birds. We had a little wooden box that was about 2 feet tall,
the perfect height for Anderson to climb on and watch the birds out the window
for hours each morning as they would come and sample the dog food left on the
porch. One Saturday morning Kevin
got to see how much Anderson loved watching the birds and was shocked at how
long he would just stand on the box and stare and giggle at the birds. Later
that day Kevin decided that he needed to run an errand and left for a little
bit. When he came home he was accompanied with a bird cage that had in it a blue
and gray parakeet. He had taken it upon himself to provide his Anderson with a
“Burt” as Anderson called them, of his own. From that day on Anderson would take
his morning shift at the window seal, watching the Burts out the window and then
when the Burts were done with their breakfast he would run into the living room
and spend another few hours
watching his Burt.
I don’t know if I really have a favorite story with
Kevin and Kenaley, but there is a thing that is my favorite.
Kenaley is a very spoiled little thing- I know, you already knew that.
And she has this way about her that makes everyone around her adore her and make
them bow to her every command. She
has this down to perfection with her dad. I think that all it really takes is
the sweet way that she smiles and says “da-da!”whenever she sees him and it
doesn’t matter what he is doing he will drop it and give her a big huge hug and
follow her chubby little finger to whatever it is pointing at. It
doesn’t matter if it is his food or a marker or candy or outside. Daddy will
deliver for that little princess. It’s the look that she gives him and in return
the pride that is in Kevin’s face about the delightful little princess that
belongs to him that is my favorite thing with them.
So,
there you go. Some of my favorite memories from my kid’s
dad.
Happy Fathers Day to my awesomely fantastic husband who is more
than I could ever ask for for my kids. Thanks for all that you do and all that
you are for us!!!!
In honor of Fathers Day I have decided that I would share with
you some of my most favorite memories of mine from the father of my kids- trust
me they are good ones…
When Logan was about 17 months old, Kevin and I were
both teaching a primary class. To clarify: I was teaching the class and Kevin
was on baby Logan duty. On this particular day Logan had a sour tummy and “so
did Kevin” So they stayed home and I went to primary to teach. This was to be
Kevin’s first time watching him solo for more than 30 minutes. I gave him very
detailed help aids: don’t leave him alone in the kitchen, don’t let him in the
bathroom at all, only give him a, b or c for a snack, put on Lilo & Stitch
if all else fails. We had just found out a few days before this Sunday that
Logan was allergic to milk and the poor dude had a very raw bum from milk he was
given before we knew. I was of to primary and all things were fine until
something warm and smelly hit that raw bum. Daddy had to change his first diaper
ever. SOLO. He claims that he remembers me saying that leaving the diaper off
for a little bit helps with the sting on the bum and so he did not ‘holster the
weapon’ and just let the baby boy run around commando. He then broke rule #1 and
let Logan into the kitchen without supervision. Logan found a glass jar and
proceeded to bang it on the floor because it made a really cool sound. Kevin
just figured that as long as he could hear Logan banging the jar on the floor
that all was good and he…I don’t know, watched TV I guess. Then, things got
quiet. Kevin
called for the offender of the quiet and got no response. He then sought after
him and walked into the kitchen where he found Logan full of assumed peanut
butter. He was certain that it was
peanut butter because a) it looked to be that consistency and color and b) Logan
was trying to eat it. . He grabbed the boy and surveyed the floor looking for
the source of the peanut butter. No source but he noticed that his arm, where
the boy’s bottom was planted, was also full of peanut butter. Ah, ha!! Source
found! And it was not peanut butter. Enter Kevin freaking out. Logan was covered
in ‘peanut butter’ and now so was Kevin! Logan had it all over his hands, legs
and face and was trying to share his ‘peanut butter’with Kevin. He took the
smeared baby into the tub, which was empty, and plopped him into it, then turned
on the water. I, never having thought
that Kevin would need to bathe the boy, left out a very important detail
that Logan was very afraid of the water as it filled the tub. Logan was
screaming and gripping onto whatever part of Kevin he could get a hold of to try
to get out of the tub, all the while smearing ‘peanut butter’ all over him. Kevin washed him off the best and
fastest he could and then bundled
him up in a towel and brought him in to diaper the naughty source of the peanut
butter. On the way into the bedroom, he stepped right next to where the dogs
water bowl was and got his socks all wet, but his main concern was diapering the
bottom. Once the task was done he removed his socks, looked at them and saw that
it was not water that the dog had spilled but actually a pile of peanut butter
and Kevin had just successfully tracked it all over the carpet. Discouraged
at the day’s events, Kevin looked at the clock hoping that I would be home at
any minute to rescue him from this catastrophe. Only 30 minutes had passed. He
decided that he could not take it anymore and strapped Logan into his car seat
and drove around for the remaining 90 minutes. Kevin didn’t babysit Logan
again until after he was potty trained. And he still won’t eat peanut
butter.
My favorite story with Anderson isn’t a funny one, but a really
cute one. When Anderson was just 18 months old, in the dead of winter, we had 2
dogs. Both dogs were fed outside because Anderson had an obsession with the dog
food and I had just plain had enough. The local birds really enjoyed this and
Anderson LOVED the birds. We had a little wooden box that was about 2 feet tall,
the perfect height for Anderson to climb on and watch the birds out the window
for hours each morning as they would come and sample the dog food left on the
porch. One Saturday morning Kevin
got to see how much Anderson loved watching the birds and was shocked at how
long he would just stand on the box and stare and giggle at the birds. Later
that day Kevin decided that he needed to run an errand and left for a little
bit. When he came home he was accompanied with a bird cage that had in it a blue
and gray parakeet. He had taken it upon himself to provide his Anderson with a
“Burt” as Anderson called them, of his own. From that day on Anderson would take
his morning shift at the window seal, watching the Burts out the window and then
when the Burts were done with their breakfast he would run into the living room
and spend another few hours
watching his Burt.
I don’t know if I really have a favorite story with
Kevin and Kenaley, but there is a thing that is my favorite.
Kenaley is a very spoiled little thing- I know, you already knew that.
And she has this way about her that makes everyone around her adore her and make
them bow to her every command. She
has this down to perfection with her dad. I think that all it really takes is
the sweet way that she smiles and says “da-da!”whenever she sees him and it
doesn’t matter what he is doing he will drop it and give her a big huge hug and
follow her chubby little finger to whatever it is pointing at. It
doesn’t matter if it is his food or a marker or candy or outside. Daddy will
deliver for that little princess. It’s the look that she gives him and in return
the pride that is in Kevin’s face about the delightful little princess that
belongs to him that is my favorite thing with them.
So,
there you go. Some of my favorite memories from my kid’s
dad.
Happy Fathers Day to my awesomely fantastic husband who is more
than I could ever ask for for my kids. Thanks for all that you do and all that
you are for us!!!!
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