It's Tuesday and I'm back to the blog already! Score! However, the high dresser I mentioned on
Friday that was supposed to be making it's grand entrance into our newly made-over
master bedroom that evening did not actually make it, as predicted. Brynne had what turned out to be roseola
(for the second time, yet again we win the viral lottery, which is nice but we feel like it's ok to let other people win sometimes too, ok God?), so her miserable mood combined with my inability to decide whether the dresser was done or not prevented any progress in that arena. As usual, my perfectionism won the day, and the dresser drawers and inside received a coat of paint last night. I am currently debating whether to re-poly the outside of the dresser or not. Since I'm reading that it is probably a good, it is probably going to happen, which means no dresser for Jason or for this blog for several more days (at least).
Womp Womp.
But anyway, Sunday was Father's Day
(duh as we all remember by now). The Wheelers celebrated our dads with as much fanfare as we could handle amongst our
grumpy toddlers limitations. We visited Pappy on Sunday morning, spent Sunday afternoon with Daddy, and Sunday evening with Pawpaw. I was busy running out for paint supplies and gifts in between, so there aren't many pictures. However, in the afternoon lull I did manage to catch some snaps of one of the most involved dads I know making sure his babies were ready for some fun in the sun. See for yourself...
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This appears to just be a regular dad putting sunscreen on his child.
Props to Bradley for another photobomb. |