As far as family celebrations go, this Father’s Day was where it’s at. Instead of the usual running from one set of grandparents to the next, we spent the day together, just us and our babies. We had a low key morning at home, a delicious lunch out, a play in the park and a trip for milkshakes. There was no stressing over having lunch set-up at a certain time, no one calling to tell us we were running late and no cleaning up before people arrived and after they left. In short, we didn’t waste the day putting on a show, we just spent it together and enjoyed ourselves and our babies.
We woke up in normal Sunday style; with a girl fox wrapped across two thirds of our bed; managing to kick both of us at once, and the sounds of baby giggles and coos coming from the cot. Daddy cooked breakfast while we played with the chicks and the ‘Teapot’ dog in the yard. We booked a table at our favourite cafe for lunch. I had a yummy peanut, coffee shake with wheat germ and daddy had pearl couscous, and we helped ourselves to little one’s left over zucchini frittata. We took our post-lunch bowls of coffee outside and sat on picnic blankets in the sun before a walk to the park.
Our biggest fox was pretty excited to show us the card he made and coloured at school especially for Father’s Day. It had a super hero coloured brightly on the front and on the inside he’d written ‘toaSooperdooper(insert tiny, bum shaped love heart here)dadxoxox, with absolutely no spaces. He even bought a father’s Day present early in the week from a fund raising stall at school, with money he’d earned doing chores for his nan. He was so excited he made me wrap it up so he could hide it at the end of his bed; I think it took all of his will power not to give away to his step dad what it was. He is the sweetest.