Father's Day Weekend

Jeramy had a good Father's Day weekend, I think. Nothing fancy. I made breakfast (crepes, bacon and eggs) and gave him a card from Jillian and a card from Cujo. Later in the day we stopped by my dad's house and then went to Jeramy's dad's house for a BBQ. It was our second BBQ of the weekend actually, although the weather did not really hold up for such festivities. Luckily we have mastered the art of evening gatherings with Jillian, and I have learned to put her in pajamas before leaving so that we can just transfer her from the car seat to her crib when arriving home. It works great actually, and I'd almost consider doing that every night if it didn't preempt bathtime which is becoming more and more necessary thanks to finger foods.

So hopefully Jeramy enjoyed his day, because he really is an awesome dad. Jillian does prefer him to me without a doubt. It was especially apparent at the BBQ's. When he'd enter a room she would immediately want him, and if he left a room she'd cry (especially if she were tired and the closer to bedtime it got the louder she'd cry!). And who can blame her really. He tosses her in the air, helps her do flips, teaches her how to stand on her own, and is an all around good time. Mom, on the other hand, is certainly doing her best to fulfill the role of bad cop.

Jillian is constantly in motion these days. It isn't just the crawling and the pulling up on everything either. Even just trying to put her pajamas on her at night has become mission impossible. Every damn snap pattern is different and trying to figure it out with a twisting, kicking, screaming infant lengthens the time necessary for dressing infinitesimally. Why did those parenting classes waste my time with breathing exercises? They should have given me some robotic baby and make me spend hours trying to dress it. That would have actually been useful!

Meanwhile Jeramy has been doing trim work, and I have actually finished a knitting project. Check it out...