Last year I was slightly more timely about Father’s Day than this year. But better late than never. Right? Right.
Our Papa has another year of fatherhood under his belt. A year of getting to know who his sons are growing up to be, a year of mediating, making music, pulling his hair out and saying, “TOO LOUD!” A year of loving his boys, singing bedtime songs and telling silly “knock knock” jokes. A year of reading books, playing bus, and putting the dishes away.
Things have changed in our house; the boys are becoming more and more “people-like.” There are no more babies here.
But one thing remains the same: Jeff is the best Papa I could have ever dreamed up for our boys.
This year we celebrated with the requested breakfast…
Julian is now obsessed with the idea of brunch. Even though I am not sure a brunch item devoured at 9:30am is technically brunch…
Then we proceeded to be lazy. We played at home and took long naps. In the afternoon we took our bikes to Fort Greene and let the boys play in the park. And then we checked out a little hole in wall restaurant called “Ruthies.” We were in the mood for fried chicken.
It wasn’t fancy, but the food was good. Fried chicken and waffles, catfish, candied yams, mac & cheese, and cornbread. Ice tea and lemonade. I was thankful for an environment where my dirty children didn’t seem quite so out of place.
I can’t wait to see what this next year of Papa-hood has in store for my guys and me!