Dave's Dad turns 70 today. (Happy Birthday Papa!)
The whole family (adults) flew in for the weekend to celebrate. With nine grown, mostly married kids, that makes for a LOT of people: It was a pretty much non-stop party all weekend.
A whole slew of pictures coming, but in the meantime I just figured I'd leave a few examples of the exceptional parenting that Dave and I exhibited amidst the festivities.
During the adult tennis tournament, Grace had a much-anticipated birthday party to attend. I couldn't find her a ride, so she rode her bike (not that close, but good for her).
I forgot to leave her the money she was going to give as a gift (since we couldn't get a minute to get to the store), so after scouring the house for cash and only coming up with a five-dollar-bill and a handful of coins she bagged the money idea (thank Heavens) and presented her friend with a can of rootbeer, some sour patch kids and a couple leftover mini candy canes from Christmas (oh shoot, never mind on the "thank heavens").
Yeah, we might need to drop something else off over there :)
When Dave asked me why I was texting during one of the party events I explained that I was trying to find a ride for Claire to her soccer game the next day.
He looked at me in confusion and said, "Claire's playing soccer this season?"
Yeah, it's half way through the season, honey.
Grace lost another molar tooth this weekend. When she went to put it under her pillow she reminded the family under her breath that this will be her fifth tooth under her pillow waiting for the tooth fairy.
My question is, how in the world does she sleep with all those teeth under there waiting to be traded in for a little cash?
There were a bunch more exhibitions of our careful, loving parenting tactics, but I will just sum up by saying I am happy to report that despite our lack of parenting skills over the weekend, everyone survived with flying colors.
And Papa's birthday was well-celebrated.