Today was a good day. Da Man seems to be doing better lately. I don't know what the switch is, but he seems to be a bit more on his game. He got a job application tonight, which is a step in the right direction. We'll see how that goes. It's rough when you have to take two days a week to travel an hour away to the VA.
We didn't do much in the way of celebrating Father's Day. Grace and I made some cinnamon monkey bread for him this morning. And then there was the gift: a picture of him and the girls walking down the street with a poem about a daddy's footprints printed over it. It was an awesome gift, if I do say so myself.
This evening we painted the girls' hands and feet and made a piece of art out of them. I think that will be a tradition, the hand and footprints. We painted a canvas magenta and then did the girls' prints in apple tart green and orange. It's pretty cool.
Grace was so bored today. The boy from down the street would run in and out of the yard, but Grace bores of him quite easily. And he thinks Suzy Q, the Twinkie son, is tops and quickly tossed Grace aside for him. So Grace hung out with us old folks today.
The other night we were extended an invitation to the Hostess Factory for a Father's Day picnic. I don't know what happened, but the invitation was somehow taken back. And don't get me wrong, no one in the house was upset by the fact that we weren't invited over; we simply found it a bit odd.
Da Man grilled hot dogs and smoked sausages and we pretty much grazed all day. This evening the entire clan, my mother included *gasp*, made our way across the street to the ballfield. Mak was quite content in the swing while Grace cruised around the ballfield in her little motorized Dora car. Mom hung out with us for quite a while, leaving me quite baffled. She was a different person today for some reason. Wonders never cease.
The Friend neighbor and her kids joined us at the ballfield and then she made her nightly stop to my yard. Grace somehow rolled off the porch swing and cracked her head off of the concrete, leaving me nauseated and freaked out. She cried for a few minutes, which is weird for Grace. Everyone assured me over and over again that she was fine, and I am sure she is; It's just that it scares the hell out of me. She never missed a beat though, went right back to playing after the crying jag.
Tomorrow is the first day of her dance day camp. She's excited. I, on the other hand, already catch myself rolling my eyes. And the fact that I had to pay $18.01 for a pair of ballerina slippers that she will wear for five days this month and five days next month irks me a bit. But I suppose that's the price one pays for having a princess as a daughter, eh. *eyes rolling again*
I should be upstairs watching "Army Wives," but I'm not in the mood. And I am sure it will be played again a zillion times this week. Besides, I have a load of laundry in so someone besides the girls has something to wear tomorrow. And I am going to head somewhere in cyber space to play some mind numbing game and escape it all. Happy Sunday. And Happy Father's Day, should that apply.