Pinterest Fathers Day Pressure!

So, by now you've heard of or become addicted to Pinterest, right?  Well, what started out as love and joy for me, has turned into an internet site which has now added 135,548 things to my already too long to-do list.  All of these recipes and crafts and kid activities are now haunting me - DO ME DO ME DO ME.

And Father's Day was no exception!  Hundreds of the cutest ideas you will ever see, and I had plans to make the cutest thing of all - painted frames, chalkboard thought bubbles, perfect kid photos, kids holding D-A-D letters, etc etc etc.  Oh, and the meal I was going to cook!  Angels would sing about the Thai chicken (Mark's favorite) I was going to create!

Yeah, well, here's what got done - these Fathers Day questionnaires.  No, they're not framed.  Or even wrapped.  And they ONLY got done because I'm home from church with a sick Connor who has diarrhea.

I can't complain too much, though, because Connor's intestinal ailments started at 4:00am this morning, and he woke up Mark to deal with it (thank you, my son).  So, Mark's Fathers Day started way too early, and with cleaning poop.  Although, as a dad, that IS Mark's number one job.  He scoops the dog poop in the backyard.  He probably changed more dirty diapers than I did over the course of 3 kids.  He cleans the litter box every night.  As Noah pointed out a few days ago,

"Daddy is a mighty smeller!  He can smell poop from anywhere!"

Is that astounding ability the hallmark of a great father?  If so, Mark is KING indeed.

And Mark politely declined my offer to cook today - he decided to cook his own Fathers Day meal - BBQ ribs.  It's better that way, trust me.

So, anyway Happy Fathers Day, Mark.  The kids got pretty much everything wrong except your age and your hair.....status.  Well, maybe your favorite animal IS horses, just like Shelby, and maybe you really do love Canada's fiddlehead ferns, just like..........no one!  But I do so love Noah's comment about loving his dad "because he drives safely home from Africa." 

Mark likes the idea of making me go camping.  Me, not so much.

"Fiddlehead ferns?  NOT!"

 

We love you, Markli!