Happy Father's Day

We had a great weekend with our Dada. It was so awesome, Mommy even cooked a meal for lunch on Saturday. For lunch! In the end, we needed that extra nutrition because we all stayed outside most of the day playing in the park or the backyard, and we stayed out till 9 on Saturday night catching fireflies.

For Father's Day, Dada told us that what he really wanted was to go to the Big Zoo. Geez, twist our arms, Dada. It was very lovely and even relaxing at times because the boys mostly wanted to play in the fountains. We also learned important things about each other. For example, did you know that, while Isaac's favorite animal is the crocodile and Mommy's favorite is the snake-necked turtle, Dada's favorites are the penguins? Now you do.

Jacob enjoyed himself immensely at the zoo, but then promptly came down with the most awful cold in the history of summer colds upon our return, perhaps not helped because neither boy napped properly on Sunday. There is much coughing and snot-rivers and 100-degree-fevers and not sleeping. At first we were concerned that he may have inhaled a lot of smoke from our backyard fireplace; or that he ingested a bit of zoo-fountain water, which is surely contaminated with peacock poo; or perhaps that he is getting yet another canine tooth, since a regular pool of drool keeps forming under his chin. But with the copious amounts of snot and the weirdo barking cough, and especially that I am feeling a bit woozy today, after sharing beverages with him all weekend... my guess is that it's just a run-of-the-mill virus. Not that that diagnosis makes things much better.

Last night was spectacular in its awfulness. Jacob was so miserable he refused to go to bed unless it was in the Big People Bed, with the Mama, so I went to bed at 10:15. That was a good thing, because Isaac awakened, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, at 2:30, only grudingly nodding off an hour later, and then Jacob awakened for good at 5.

This is the point where I go on and on about how delightfully wonderful that Dada is. When he and Isaac awakened at 7:15, they found Jacob and I passed out on the living room couch, Wiggles blaring.

Dada, because he is a god among men, asked me, "Do you want some coffee or some sleep?"

I chose sleep, and we agreed he would wake me up at 8:00 so he could get to work at a reasonable hour. I woke up on my own at 8:45.

Dada: "Sorry if we woke you up. [they didn't] Isaac and I were running races."

For Father's Day, we got Dada one of those Starbucks mugs that you can put your own photos in. We are using it to display our copious amounts of baby-generated artwork to Dada's coworkers. He loves it, of course.

And in addition to designer coffee mugs, zoo trips, and colds, we got some news yesterday that was quite appropriate for the occasion. Uncle Chrissy called to tell us that Aunt Jean is pregnant. She's due February 12th, one week before Jacob's second birthday. We are excited to follow her pregnancy, hoping dearly that her recently-started blog now turns into a mommy-to-be blog. But we are most excited for a new bitty cousin. Congratulations, hotties!