Naturally, we started the day with donuts. On Sundays, we usually have donuts from Albertson’s and Father’s Day was no exception.
(J was not dressed appropriately for pictures. read: not dressed at all.)
As far as Father’s go, we lucked out. I mean, I lucked out because I didn’t have a choice who my dad was…but I made a pretty solid choice for my kids.
Our skateboarding, beer brewing, tattoo-ed daddy spent his day building the kittens an amazing fort. The whole day. I don’t think he even had time for a beer until dinner (and, dude, it’s Sunday. You can drink all day on Sundays).
I suppose not the whole day. We did take a break at lunch to take Papa some food up at the farm.
You guys, this farm is legit.
This is just a small part of it. The big plants (3 rows) are potatoes. Then we have corn to the right, a row of wildflowers, beans, peas, beets, edamame, watermelons, squash, pumpkins, peppers, cucumbers, sunflowers, and eggplant to the left.
And as a papa, he’s pretty legit, too.
He does things like spends Sundays putting down sod in a very small area of the farm so that the baby has a soft place to walk and sit and hang out.
And these kids love the farm.
And, (not-so) secretly, I do too.
(i am well aware i have the hands of a 10 year old boy)
After a farm picnic lunch we went home to finish up the kid’s fort.
We finished it off with a tarp, then canvas — all screwed in.
Danny constructed this sucker like he builds them all the time. Everything was cut perfectly and I know that should we ever need to build ourselves a home…we’re set.
Happy Father’s Day!