For me, Father's Day was spectacular from the time I woke up (or technically before I even opened an eye). I basically spent the entire day with my kids, and maybe it wasn't too different than any other typical weekend, but it seemed especially great nonetheless.
My first gift of the day was getting to sleep in. Amelia joined me. I think I've found my morning napping buddy.
We spent most of the evening at my parents' house where we put the family tree swing to good use.
After Jameson took his turn, he offered Andersen some advice for newbies.
Jameson was happy to get us started.
Amelia had her reservations...
...but she quickly warmed up to swinging.
And finally, patient little Truman.
As usual, his reaction was no different than as if he was lying in his crib staring at the ceiling.
For those of you that don't know, Jameson is extremely anti-toe jam. As soon as his socks come off, he gets to work.
It's not uncommon for him to spend ten minutes making sure every last piece of fuzz is gone. He gets his OCD from me.