OK, with the craziness my life has been lately with the whole job search, interviews, puking day, and finally GETTING a job, and starting that, and just general pulling my hair out stuff, I kinda just glossed right over the fact that MY FATHER VISITED ME LAST MONTH.
OK. First off, Dad, you need to plan your visits better. Come while the kids are OUT OF SCHOOL so that you can spend more time with them! Please!?
Oh....sorry....anyway, Dad and Ruth visited about a month ago. I got my house beautifully cleaned in time, and the kids were beside themselves. Especially my most-excitable Izzy.
Ruth and I spent the first morning buying all the fixin's needed for the picnic Dad brought to share (OMG--it was soooo good, and the kids just ate it up!). Dad took Izzy to the park down the street.
We spent Friday at the museum with Izzy, where Dad and Ruth FINALLY got to see the old toy collection upstairs (when we attempted this when Mary was a toddler, she went into one of her full-fledged temper tantrums, and we had to leave). Izzy got spoiled by a ride on the carousel AND the train there. I was happy to take Dad and Ruth there as the museum had been majorly overhauled since we took them all those years ago, and there were many new things to see.
Mary got to show off her violin skills. Keith got to show off--his cello. Um, he hadn't started lessons yet, so well, here's the instrument he WILL be playing, um, once he learns how!
John got out the Rock Band Friday night, and we all got to show off our jamming skills. BTW: Mary is really mastering those drums. I sense a change of musical instruments in her future? After some persuasion (and after the kids had finally gone to bed), we got Dad and then even Ruth into the action. We had our four-piece band going, and we were ROCKIN'!
John and I meant to take Dad and Ruth downtown to see the Upper Falls, but John ended up swamped at work and had to work late both nights they were in town. Then Dad ended up having to leave a day earlier than we wanted as he was told by his boss to report to Chicago for a last-minute training.
The visit was way, way too short. And I wish Keith and Mary could have seen more of them. And I am glad that I hadn't found a job yet and was able to spend more time with them.
I'll be sad when his visit comes again next year, and I'll be stuck at my job all day instead of visiting with him. :-(
2 comments:
In a world where you can't pry a kind word out of a woman about any man, despite them working themselves into an early grave, it's nice to hear one speak respectfully about their father--you know instead of going on Oprah and blaming him for all their hang-ups. Very sweet little blog entry here.
That's cuz I'm a Daddy's Girl--through and through.
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