He hurried to the back of the house, found Andrew and shouted, "Happy Birthday Daddy!"
I guess all the birthdays in May really imprinted that phrase in his head. But it's the thought that counts, right? And later on in the day, out of the blue, he said, "Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" Nothing cuter than that.
I must say, Andrew deserves a big THANKS for being the dad that he is. He endures spit up, poop, and tantrums with ease. He gets in the floor with Maddox as soon as he gets home...or takes Jude off my hands so I can cook dinner. He is always there for the boys, right in the middle of everything. I couldn't wish for a better dad for them. He makes fatherhood fun.
We celebrated with brunch at McGuire's. Andrew managed to eat a steak omelet containing SIX eggs, along with fruit, Potatoes O'Brien, French beignets, and of course, an Irish coffee.
The whipped cream on those coffees was AMAZING. The omelets were delicious, too, but they put us in a diabetic coma for the rest of the day.
Jude behaved remarkably well for 1 1/2 hours in a high chair. And he fell in love with this lime (would not let it go). And Maddox was good, too. He only pulled off one of the zillions of dollar bills that covered the walls.
And now, a special thanks to my own dad (who was really cute as a kid and passed those curlies onto me).
He's always been there for me and worked so, so hard. He made it possible for me to attend the private college I wanted to go to...he helped us move not once, but TWICE. I always think of my dad when I hear a country song or smell something cooking on a grill. He's a good-hearted man who loves his family...and I must say, he has a mighty fine daughter ;)
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