Father's Day

This was Daniel's first Father's Day. I hope he enjoyed it - despite my making the WORST MEAL I'VE EVER MADE. (I read online about 'massively salting' - their words, not mine! - your steak to make it tender, then rinsing the salt off and grilling it. We ended up with massively salty, yet tender, steak. Gross!) If anything, it was memorable.

At least breakfast was good. Daniel got German oven pancake with fresh peaches and Greek yogurt, and a berry smoothie.

And then he got to open his presents: a few ties and a frame with these photos:

Here are the outtakes:

Daniel is a great dad. And you can tell he just loves being one. He gets Lucas to giggle way more than I can. And Lucas LOVES his dad. Almost every night, Lucas wakes up on his own a few minutes before Daniel gets home. It's as though he has a sixth sense about it. When Dad arrives Lucas smiles and kicks his legs so excitedly that he practically jumps out of my arms into Daniel's. Last night, Lucas woke up after Daniel had already gone to bed. He noticed his dad was asleep and lunged for Daniel grinning with a cheesy smile, trying to get his dad's attention.