I'm so glad when Daddy comes home...

We had an exhausting and fun weekend for Father's day.  Darrik was able to be here for Father's Day, well for a little bit.  We ran the Ragnar Friday and Saturday... so he flew in Wednesday for that and left on Sunday.  We were so tired the day after the race that we slept in until about 10 the next morning, Sunday morning, and missed church.  I made breakfast and we watched movies, just relaxed all morning. Exactly what Darrik wanted for Father's day.  He also got Darrik got a new 100 ounce mug, some new pictures of Brock and a new hat made out of cargo stuff, from the realdealbrazil.com.  Pretty cool.  I dropped him off at the airport around 3 and then went to my parents house for dinner.

Brock made my dad, Poppy, a rock. Yep, a rock.  I heated the rock up in the oven, 350 degrees for 15 min, and then he colored on it and the crayons melted. I got the idea off some crafter blog. It was fun. The rock says, Poppy Rocks, love B rock.  He also got some new family pictures of us.  We ate teriyaki chicken and rice and other yummy food.  I was so exhausted I just took a nap after dinner while everyone else went outside and played in the giant spandex like last year.  I couldn't stay awake for the life of me. If felt great to sleep.

I am so grateful for Darrik as Brock's dad.  He doesn't get to see him as often as he would like while he is gone, but when he does see him he always makes the most of it.  He is such a great dad.  He loves his little man so much and you can definitely tell.  We had to run some errands before the race, getting this and that, and I was staying home to continue packing and told Darrik that he could leave Brock with me, but he didn't want to miss out on seeing him.  So he took him with him.

I know it's hard for Darrik to be away from our family.  He's been gone for 4 months now and has about 1.5 more. But he is so positive and knows that he is out there to support our family.  He works so hard for us and I really appreciate it. It's been so hard to be a single mom and do all the things that he usually does while he's gone, especially with the dogs... but we know he is doing what he needs to to take care of us. I really never thought about all he does around the house until he wasn't doing it. He does so much that I never even thought about.  He mows the lawn and takes care of the weeding and trimming and sprinklers and dog poop and pretty much everything outside.  He is in charge of the garbages and garbage day.  He gets the mail every day.  He is a great pet owner and feeds, cleans, plays with, brushes, cleans up after, vacuums up hair from, and everything else to do with the dogs.  He helps me cook and clean up dinner, and change Brock's diapers, and reach high things, and gives me hugs and kisses, and snuggles with me on the couch, and leaves the lights on, and cupboard doors open, and the shower curtain open, and lets the dogs drink out of the toilet, and cleans my car spotless, and saves his empty water bottles for me, and covers me up in the night if I look cold, and carries me to bed when I fall asleep on the couch, and tells me I smell nice (after I nag him about it, don't you like this new scent?), and tells me I'm hot, and plays games with me even when he doesn't want to, and wants to go to my parents just for fun.  He does so much that I never even realized.  It took me this long to find out ALL the wonderful things he does for us.  I always knew he did a lot, but never really thought about what. So needless to say, we REALLY miss him when he's gone.

Brock loves his daddy! He is totally a daddy's boy.  It's been really hard on him to have his daddy gone.  He has always been a really good sleeper, but he wakes up sometimes when Darrik is gone.  When Darrik is in town visiting he will sleep just fine, no problems at all. Brock will also wander around the house and call for him, daddy, daddy, and cry because he can't find him. It's so sad.  When Darrik is home Brock has to have both of us in the same room at all times. If either one of us is gone Brock will freak out.

Thanks Darrik for being the best daddy to our little man. We love you so much! Happy Father's day, a little late. 

I also wanted to thank my dad for all he does for me and all he's done for me over the last 28 and half years.  My dad has ALWAYS been supportive of everything I have wanted to do. Whether it be softball, soccer, basketball, art, or drawing, or dancing, or finance, or moving to Alaska, or whatever, he always lets me know that I can do anything I want if I put my mind to it. One of my favorite things he says is, 'whatever decision you make, make it the right one.' Meaning that if you decide to do something, and you've prayed about it, and it's right, then do everything in your power to make it work out. I've always tried to do that.

My dad is a super sensitive guy. I love that about him. He cries over many things, but mostly his kids.  He cares so much about his kids, and shows it often through many tears.  It's always kind of a joke of who can get dad to cry. But he cries at cheer competitions, soccer games, big tears at weddings, and many other times with birthday and father's day cards. 

My dad is so funny. He does and says the most random things some times. I get the funniest text message jokes from him all the time.  What is invisible and smells like carrots.....? Rabbit farts. ha ha ha. Dad you crack me up.  The other night my little sister was packing for girls camp and she needed a poncho. This story is funny for two reasons. My dad ALWAYS has a poncho handy. 'Ya never know when it's going to rain..' he is so funny, but we tease him all the time for always having one with him.  So he went and got the poncho and threw it to Cortney and then walked past me and punched me in the arm and said, 'Poncho!' and I said, 'ouch!' and my mom said, 'did you just punch her?' and he said, 'no, i poncho'd her, he he he' and he does this little chuckle and his shoulders bounce up and down. Ha ha ha, so funny.  And then he went into the other room to get a flash light and when he came out he had it on strobe light and he was dancing all techno-like, moving his hands in stiff motions and shifting his eyes and head back and forth. I was dying. Kacie and I almost peed our pants laughing.

My dad always gives good advice. I can always call my dad for anything, and I do a lot.  He helps me see both sides and make an informed decision.

Since Darrik has been gone my dad has taken it upon himself to mow my lawn.  He comes and does it while I'm at work, or at random times when I'm not home, so when I get home from a long day and think I still have to go mow the lawn, it's already done, and he doesn't live close. He lives about 30 minutes away. So it's an hour drive out of his way. He is such a good guy. I just love him.

Also over the 4th of July while Brock and I were in Kansas visiting Darrik we desperately needed someone to watch our dogs.  Darrik's mom was going to do it, but at the last minute she decided that she was going to come to Kansas too.  So I had no one to watch them.  My mom didn't really want to do it. My dogs are big and crazy and she has a dog and they play and bite each other and then end up smelling like dog breath. But my dad just said, 'I'll do it. No problem.' So he drove to my house, picked them up in their kennels and watched them while we were gone.  I love my dad!

Happy Father's Day!