I survived the first part of the weekend and was awoken Sunday morning by a mob of kids who could hardly wait to show me their handmade Father's Day gift (that Julie somehow managed to get done during the madness of Friday and Saturday). In a matter of seconds my bed went from a heavenly cocoon of hibernation to a tangled mess of bed sheets and tiny ice cold hands and feet. After graciously accepting my ceremonial offering I promptly kicked everyone the hell out of my room so I could grab a few more precious moments of sleep on this third and final day of fatherly féting.
Sunday was the more traditional Father's Day celebration of beer, barbecue and backyard football.
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| Fathers of the day. Some old. Some new. |
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| Truman giving Uncle Kip a lesson in perseverance. |
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| Aunt Hannah, incubating her own Father's Day gift. |
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| Pregnant women love public displays of affection caught on camera. |
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| Eliana enjoying her final days as grandma's only grand-baby. |
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| Grandpa with his only (as far as we know right now) granddaughters. |
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| Another long, fulfilling Father's Day weekend in the bag. We should do this again sometime. |
