'We're doing something important'

This is a picture of our dress-up box in the basement:

It's solid wood and filled to the brim with dress-up costumes (mainly princess costumes for our little princess).

Here is the exchange Ryan had with the kids earlier this evening (now I wasn't there, but according to him, this is how the story goes):

Ryan, looking for the kids after telling them to go get ready for bed and then finding them in the basement.
Ryan: What are you doing?
Kids (I don't know who answered): Something really important.
Ryan: What?
Kids: Nothing.
Ryan: What were you doing?
Kids: Ummm....letting Moo out of the dress-up box
Ryan (Trying really hard not to laugh): Why was she in there?
Kids: Because we put her there.
Ryan: When?
Kids: After Alex had her dinner (before she went out with Ryan for her soccer game)

In other words, about two and a half hours earlier!

Yes, that's right folks. My kids, who love playing with their new kitten, thought it would be fun(?) to put her in the dress up box and then close the lid. Oh yeah, and then wander off and to do something else (like go play soccer) and FORGET ABOUT HER!

Thankfully she didn't seem to be worse for wear once released.

Wordless Wednesday: It's a good thing canning season is upon us...

...because my supply is looking a little bare. 

Happy Father's Day

At school pick up a few Fridays ago, as us stay-at-home mom's wished each other a good weekend upon saying goodbye, one of the mom's grumbled, "I hate weekends, it means I have one more person to look after."

I didn't know how to react to that, so I didn't say anything. But I assumed she was referring to her husband.

Now, maybe she was having a bad day. Maybe she had just had a fight with her husband. Maybe she was just in a bad mood. But it got me thinking.

I love the weekend -- because it means we can all be together. It means that the kids can have their daddy around for more than a couple of hours before bed.

Hanging out with mom all day is great (well, at least I think they think it is) but daddy, is well, daddy. Mommy is the one you cling to when you're scared, hurt or sad. Mommy is the one who kisses the boo-boos, tells you it's alright and is generally an all-around sucker. Daddy is the one who plays like you're never going to get hurt (and you usually don't), encourages you that you can go farther, faster and harder (and you usually can) and is generally an all-around fun person to be with.

So, this post is for the best husband -- who loves me for all my flaws and imperfections. And the best father -- our kids are so lucky to have a wonderful daddy like you.