you're the best, pop!

we started father's day weekend off with a date night.  dropped the boy off at my

parents' house and headed to syracuse for some thai food and to see the newest

superman movie, man of steel.  we may have both been crying within the first 5 minutes

of the movie, and i may have continued to cry throughout the duration.  we learned

a couple of valuable lessons that night:  1. parenthood has made us big fat boobs, and

2. we love date nights, but we also love when they're over because we get our boy back.

i was happy to celebrate father's day for this guy (the big one) because it is a reminder

that he gave me that guy (the little one).  they're my favorite.

we played "drench mommy/eat the necklace" while we waited for richard to finish

his calling duties before surprising him with his present and walking to church.

thank you, pinterest.

we spent the afternoon in our backyard, making our farmers market crafts...

and playing in the shade.

later, we went with my fam to visit the grandparents.

she'd never let me grab her face like that.

chelsea was pretty proud to find out that although he's not big on binkies,

her one-finger sure does the trick.

happy father's day, riard.  you really are the best pop!