For Father's Day the kids pooled their money and took Rob to a Spokane Indians baseball game. They had a great time watching the game and eating $1 hotdogs and ice cream sandwiches. The Indians aren't really that great of a team, I gather, and they lost pretty spectacularly. On the way out to the car, Rob and Sam decided to play catch in the parking lot. (Allowing a 7-year-old to throw a baseball surrounded by all those windshields... a sure sign Mom was not around).Luckily no cars were hit, but not so luckily Sam's face was. 
These pictures are from this morning and Sam was not at all happy about me taking them. But I felt that we should document this mile-stone in a young boy's life. The first black eye is pretty important, right?
The rest of our Father's Day celebrations were fairly mild and pain-free. Instead of Rob taking the day off from fatherly chores, he actually had a day showing off what a good husband and father he is. He got up with the baby so I could sleep in, did dishes, got the kids ready for church, and helped prepare all the meals. I would like to say that I've been fighting off a cold for a few days now and just couldn't get everything done on my own. So if Father's Day is intended to remind us just how much we need and rely on the father's in our life, then I say job well done!
4 comments:
Poor kid. I am sure if he were still in school he would boast about it. We really look forward to this weekend. I need to give you a call and make some plans.
Nice eye! My husband did all the cooking on sunday too. I don't know what I do without a great husband/father around to help take care of things.
I'm glad we both have great husbands. they are pretty hard to find.
Poor Sam! What a great husband! Hope you're feeling better!
SAM, what a shiner! So who threw the ball that did the deed?
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