The other day was Father's Day.
Was it difficult for me to get through seeing that this was going to be my "first" without my dad? Yea...
And I don't discount how that might have affected my patience and mood when dealing with Sean over the last few days.
However... it was still a day to be celebrated because Rich is a really great, involved dad....
The kids made cards for their father and Sean stepped up his creative ability by using crayons on his instead of simply a #2 pencil. Carissa made an origami football.
We kept our day pretty low-key and found ourselves wandering Woodfield - our local shopping mall. We munched our way through various food vendors and then stopped at the kids' favourite stores.
Rich knew of a new one that had lots of "brainy" stuff and we spent a good half hour there. Sean found separate books on the male brain and female brain. He was absolutely fascinated.... especially when he learned approximately how much testosterone was coursing through his body.
After awhile Sean began asking what time it was and when were we going to go home. You would think the idea of perusing stores in search of things to add to a Christmas Wish List would be fun, but Sean was still tied to some internal clock.
Before we exited the mall, we stopped at an old-fashioned candy store. We were all enthralled (and me, grossed out) by the concept of real crickets and worms inside of lollipops but it was wonderful to explore and show the kids such things as wax soda pop bottles and buttons.
And then we found Pop Rocks....
Rich couldn't resist and bought a package for the kids. He didn't tell them what was going to happen. Carissa was game. Sean was reluctant.
On the count of three they popped a handful into their mouths...
It took a second...
Carissa loved it and held her hand out for more. Sean, however, opened his mouth and I was at the ready to either cover it to prevent him from spitting the strawberry rocks out or else holding out my hand to be the recipient of such....
And here I thought crickets and worm suckers were gross...
Sean looked at me and, whatever look I gave on my face in return, must have scared him enough to close his mouth and swallow.
Success....
We left the mall with our wallets intact and some great ideas for Christmas. Dinner was going to be laid-back as well.... take-out from Long John Silver's.
Hey, when it's "Daddy's Choice"... it's daddy's choice....
We decided to take a walk after dinner...a true family walk that would include Smokey, our days-away from being 15 years old Shepherd/Box mix....
That did not go as planned.
Until tomorrow....
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