Father's Day

We have a tradition in our family of not making a big deal about Mother's and Father's Day. Not for ourselves, anyway; we still get nice, lavish gifts for our parents. Our agreement is that we each get a treat from the grocery store. This year, Tamsen got herself some gummi bears, and I got myself some potato chips. (Cheddar and sour cream! It's a bigger deal for me than you'd think!)

So imagine my surprise when Tamsen revealed to me on Sunday morning that while I'd been gone all Saturday at church meetings, she and Edie had made me a Father's Day cake.

Granted, Tamsen did the baking and icing, but Edie added all of the ingredients, mixed them, and poured the batter into the pan. She also picked the colors and added the food coloring herself. The yellow and green are Oregon Ducks colors, but the inside is red for no other reason than that it's Edie's favorite color.

She even signed it! Or Tamsen did for her, whatever.

After we celebrated by stuffing ourselves silly with cake, I gave both of the kids baths. We have enough Edie pictures in the bath, but it's still a new experience for Marty, so Tamsen took a few shots.

I love the vague finger pointing he's doing here, as if to say, "Can you get a load of this guy, peeking in my drawers? Who does he think he is?"

Marty really doesn't enjoy baths lately, but it turns out that if we give him a rubber duck to chew on, he calms right down. And in a pinch, they work well as strategic covering for highly inappropriate baby nudity.

All in all, I think it was a pretty good day.