A Happy Father's Day, Puke and All

I kind of procrastinated Father's Day coordination until the last minute.  I just couldn't think of anything to get Carl.  New socks for work just wouldn't cut it (although he does need those...  hmmm...)

Yesterday, I loaded up all the boys and we took off for the store.  They bought Carl Uno Attack (because every dad wants a new game to play with his kids for Father's Day) and they each picked out a card (which was hilarious to see the kind of card each boy picked) and I grabbed some stuff for Father's Day dinner.  Then as we were walking out of the store, I saw it.  The perfect Father's Day present.  I hauled it out to the car and we headed home.

This morning started with the normal fanfare of Father's Day with breakfast, presents and cards.  Hugs and kisses and thank you's and then everyone was shooed off to dress for church.  After the last minute primary mini crisis was settled we made it to church just in time to get the cushy chairs in the back, but not early enough to get a pew.  We settled in just as the meeting started and made it through the sacrament before we noticed Rylan curled up in his chair.  And since all of our other kids have had a 6 hour-ish bug this week, and he hadn't, Carl scooped him up and I asked him if his tummy hurt.

He nodded.

"You better take him out.", I told Carl.

Carl stood to leave just as Rylan unloaded.  In sacrament meeting.  For the second time in the past 12 months.  All over my arms, all over his brothers (the chairs, the floor, the scripture bags, you get the drift).  Luckily, Brooklyn had crawled away.....

Carl ran out and I followed.  I think the bigger boys did too.  I think someone grabbed the baby.  We were surrounded by good people, and she's pretty cute.

I surveyed the damage while the families around me said, "oh my gosh.  Is he ok?  Can I help you?"  Inside I was laughing.  Of course he puked on Father's Day.  Of course.
He kind of made a mess, so I finally said, "aw, screw it." and we just came home (after I retrieved the baby).

So, our Father's Day was spent at home playing Uno Attack.  Rylan slept a couple of hours and then declared he was "fine".  He's off playing now.

I went outside with Carl and helped him set up his brand new hammock.  Which he promptly crawled into and slept for an hour and a half in the beautiful 75 degrees.

Now it's time for that Father's Day dinner.

In my opinion, the whole day turned out kind of perfect.  Because it really isn't about the presents or the fanfare.  It's just about being a family.

Happy Father's Day!