Happy Father's Day

I hope that all the Fathers out there had a great Father's Day.

I spent about half the day with my Dad on Father's Day. I got him a new rain suit for his motorcycle and Ashlyn got him a Home Depot gift card.

I don't think my Dad is the typical Dad. He was the drummer/singer in many bands throughout my childhood. He wore spandex and makeup. I don't know him to have anything other than long, curly hair, which is where Ashlyn gets it from.

He tried to get me into sports (mostly hockey), which worked until I was about 14 and realized boys were more important. I was his tool helper so I held the flashlight and handed him the tools he needed while he worked on the cars or the house.

We watched wrestling and then wrestled on the living room floor. He was rough with me because he didn't have a boy to be rough with. I was a tough kid so it was fun for me. I didn't realize it growing up, but he was the 'nice' parent. I was always scared shitless of him, though.

He is always working on something. He is always fixing something or remodeling something. He completely remodeled the last house we lived and and then he went on to completely remodel the house my parents live in now. He is very handy and I wish he would have started his own remodeling company because I think he is really good at it.

We didn't hug much. In fact, the first time I ever even remember hugging my Dad was when I was in high school. I was leaving to go on a trip to FL with my class and he hugged me before I left. It was so weird for me but it was good.

He danced with me at my wedding. I needed a song that was not so typical and that fit his personality so we danced to Led Zeppelin, Thank You.

And let me tell you.....he is so different with his grandchildren! He is so much softer with them, gives in a little more easily with them.

And this girl loves her Pop. She practically jumped out of my arms when we went to visit on Sunday. She follows him around and just says Pop non-stop. Then they watch hockey together. The girl loves hockey. And every time she hears a motorcycle, she yells for Pop because she thinks that it's him. These two are funny together.

And then you have this guy...

He got up Sunday and took Ashlyn to our 'new house' so she could play with the horse and the piggy. When they got back, we went out for breakfast and then headed to our 3D ultrasound. Nothing like awesome pictures of your next child to make a Father's Day complete!

After the ultrasound, we headed out to see my Dad. Unfortunately, my husband couldn't stay long as he was headed to a viewing. We were planning to go but little girl wasn't feeling well so instead we spent the afternoon/evening with my Dad.

He lives for this kid. He loves coming home to a child screaming Daddy with so much excitement. He loves making her laugh. He loves cuddling with her on the couch. He loves talking to her. He never gets impatient when she repeats his name 100 times over and over again.

He never hesitates to sing to her or to keep her entertained with funny faces and dances at the grocery store. He always tells her how pretty she looks. He loves sitting with her at dinner whenever we go out to eat.