We are a low-key kind of family, especially when it comes to birthdays, holidays… things like that. Some people throw huge bashes, lots of people, raucous laughter, music… this little family, well, we just like being together. Father’s Day this year was no exception…
We started last night. Okay, nope… reewind… it started Tuesday morning… or maybe it was Monday. I can’t remember. Anyway, a few of us got together, threw a big ol’ tarp on the driveway and had the kiddos paint pictures for dads. It was a lot of fun!
Noah did a good job actually painting… I fully expected him to play his ‘Noah the Destructor’ card and ravage everyone else’s paintings, but he was pretty content to paint and just watch. Well, except for constantly trying to paint on his brother’s canvas, but… that’s pretty good for him.
As always, Trey did great. He painted bold strokes with bright beautiful colors… and watched everyone else.
Faast forward to last night… we decided to take DJ to his Father’s Day dinner a little early. Wild Wings it was. (Sorry no pictures, but I left my camera in the car… doh!). And, uhm, for those of you out there that haven’t been to Wild Wings Cafe yet (it’s over in Chesapeake), drop what you’re doing and GO RIGHT NOW. We spent years eating the wings from Wild Wings while we were in Charleston… and when we left the area, we missed it something awful. Buffalo Wild Wings has NOTHING on this place. Seriously, 33 flavors of wings… you heard me… 33! Go now.
Ookay, so yummy food under our belt, we made our way back to the Peninsula…
…and it’s about a 40 minute drive…and I was bored…so I played around with the camera a bit… I know. I know. D-O-R-K.
But what Saturday night outing is complete without ICE CREAM?! Yes, ma’am, we stopped at Coldstone before we got home… mmmmmm.
Yum. Ice Cream everywhere.
There was a band setting up at the restaurant/pub next door… Noah was a little wary of the drummer… he isn’t a big fan of loud noises. 
We tried to sneak in a picture of DJ with his boys, buuut, I think they had other plans… like, you know, to make faces and loud noises and farting sounds… ice-cream highs don’t lend themselves very well to nice calm pictures.
So home we went
Today, with all the ‘outings’ stuff out of the way, we spent the majority of the day in our pajamas. We made yummy breakfast, cleaned out the guest room (b/c Tee-Tee is coming this weekend!!!), put up some curtains… and then DJ tried his hand at a new recipe (drunken chicken) for the grill. And while the chicken was cooking, we played outside. It was great. Low-key and perfect.
So, DJ here’s to you. You are such a wonderful father. You are hands-on, playful, and openly loving. I don’t think I could ask for anything more. Truly. My boys will be better men because of you.
We love you Dadda.
Until next time,
~ K
