Tag Archives: Father’s Day

Scrapbook: Super Daddy

19 Jun

In honor of Father’s Day, I give you Super Baby: photos from Anthony’s first Father’s Day. He’s the best possible father of my child I could hope for. Isobel adores him, and so do I.

He’s my equal partner in everything, and I do mean everything. He volunteers to have an equal share in the housework, and will gladly cook on the occasions I let him. (I sometimes have a hard time handing over the kitchen.)

When Isobel was born, he looked after both the newborn babe and myself as I slowly recovered. I remember, quite clearly still, barfing all over his jacket while recovering from the anesthesia. He still watched over my younger sister then, too, all while going to school, and oh yeah, working.

He’s fantastic with Isobel and patiently plays with her or soothes her tantrums. All kids love him, actually, and when we go to the park he frequently disappoints kids we don’t even know by leaving before they are done playing with him. Kingston is his number one fan.

Quitting my job to stay home and start a business in a rough economy was not an easy decision, but he supports me. He supports me even when I am seized by doubt. I’ve come too far not to sap out now, so I’m just going to say it: he’s my hero.

Happy Hero’s Day, Anthony.

Father’s Day II

18 Jul

Previously I mentioned that we celebrated Father’s Day early at our house because I mistakenly thought it was the weekend before it actually occurred. Anthony had no idea when it was, either, so he was more than happy to accept whatever date I told him. This is usually how it works in our household except for the fact that I usually know what I’m talking about. We became aware of my error when I talked to my Dad the following day to wish him a belated Father’s Day (I had called him that night but couldn’t get a hold of him). No worries, this time I decided to invite my family over and have a dinner for Father’s Day part deux.

It was nice to have a whole day devoted to Anthony and just Anthony. As I already mentioned, I have no regrets, Anthony got to spend the day doing something he truly loves, and we didn’t have to worry about paying our respects to other family members. I told Anthony that he can give me a whole day to myself before Mother’s Day and we’re square.

The actual Father’s Day came around and I got to work on dinner. Anthony’s parents already had plans and my sister is in Hawaii so our guest list included only my parents and my Grandmother. I tend to think that food on the table with maybe the addition of some flowers in small glass jars is all a table really needs if you have good company. My Mother is from the slightly older school of thought that sees centerpieces as necessary accompaniments to formal meals, along with good linens and fine China.

In the interest of compromise I suggested we create a centerpiece honoring my Dad and Anthony by putting things on the table that represented them. For Anthony I set out knights on  horseback and a dragon. My Mom brought a giant chunk of crystal (my Dad is kind of a rock hound) and a hand-carved eagle from Alaska. At the last minute she added a goofy moose and a small stuffed Walter the Farting Dog that both perplexed and delighted Isobel.

Although the meal was just a casual family gathering I used some thrift store linens and I know my Mother and Grandmother approved. Before dinner we used Skype to talk to my sister in Hawaii. My 90+ year old grandmother had never heard of Skype, of course, and thought it nothing short of a miracle, which it is in a way. I take so much technology for granted when it really is amazing to be able to connect with my sister over thousands of miles over the ocean.

My Grandmother’s parents emigrated from Sweden, and my Great Grandmother came with the sad certainty that she’d never see her mother or father again. There were no flights across the Atlantic, just one long, dangerous, expensive boat ride that went one way. She decided, like so many others, that the opportunities in America were worth the struggles and the sadness being apart from her family would cause. They wrote numerous letters and sent photos back and forth, but nothing can replace seeing your family.

My Grandma was literally amazed that we could not only talk to my sister over the computer, just like that, but we could also see her. Her reaction really made me grateful to live in this age when technology can connect us to family anywhere in the world. It also made me grateful that I have a family that I want to connect with, no matter how far away they are.

Father’s Day

15 Jul

I know I’m very late in writing about Father’s Day. Juggling baby duty while trying to live a normal life is tough and I completely understand now why it took so long for my Mom to take down the Christmas decorations or to develop the film she had sitting in her camera: she was just trying to keep everybody appropriately clothed, our faces adequately wiped, and our vaccinations up-to-date. Accomplishing anything else on top of that was a bonus.

Father’s Day this year was memorable for several reasons: 1. it was the first time my family got together without my sister, who is in Hawaii, 2. it was Anthony’s second Father’s Day, 3. and it happened twice. Yes, twice. You see, I haven’t been keeping track of dates and things since I’ve been off for the summer. I always get really lazy about that. For some reason I thought the weekend before Father’s Day was Father’s Day. Anthony, who never keeps track of holidays like that, just went along with the flow. And why wouldn’t he? I kept saying things like, “We’ll do whatever you want! It’s your day!!” Who was he to question that? Especially when there was Piping.

What is Piping? Piping is something that originated organically within my group of friends years ago, but it is not unique to us. We found out that a whole bunch of people do it, and they have a different word for it (Boffers). Basically, it’s a game. It started with friends hitting each other with PVC pipe and grew to include insulation and duct tape. Some of my friends are into martial arts and some of them are into SCA. All of them enjoy running around and beating the crap out of each other with padded weapons. It’s a match made in heaven.

The day that I thought was Father’s Day was also Piping Day. Since my friend Dave was moving away we held a giant piping match in his honor. What better way to show our affection than to hit him repeatedly with PVC pipe?

It was Anthony’s day! Father’s day! He could do whatever he wanted! And he wanted to pipe all day. Which was fine by me. Isobel and I joined the festivities by relaxing in the shade and talking to Stefanie.

We were lucky that it was a relatively mild day for summer and not nearly has hot as it could have been. A nice breeze cooled us down and kept the day from reaching 100. We were lucky.

My friends have been piping together for years. People who started piping as children are now piping as adults. Almost a decade ago I used to go to the park with Anthony on Saturday mornings and think, “One day, we’ll have a little kid and I’ll bring he or she to the park to play while Anthony pipes.”

We spent pretty much all day at the park with Anthony while he ran around and hit people with a pipe. He was probably the happiest Dad ever.

Before he got bogged down with a shoulder injury Anthony was a major part of the piping scene. He organized weekly matches and really helped the sport it grow and gain momentum in our area. A lot of the younger guys that pipe now pipe because of him. It killed him when he had to stop participating regularly, but it couldn’t be helped: injury and responsibilities kept him away. I was glad to indulge him as a Father’s Day present.

Who could have known fifteen years ago that Aaron grabbing a PVC pipe from his Dad’s sprinkler repair would grow into a huge local hobby involving so many people?

I know Anthony was proud to have Isobel and I there to support him.

I had a great time even though I don’t pipe (please note my marked dislike of running around and being hit with things). Isobel had a great time at the park and I got to see some old friends, friends from out of town, and spend some quality time with Dave and Stef before the move.

That night I tried calling my Dad to wish him a Happy Father’s Day, but I couldn’t get a hold of him till the next day. Aaaand that’s how I found out it wasn’t actually Father’s Day till next Saturday. Well! There you go. I invited my parents and grandma over for a Second Father’s Day Celebration.

Anthony, of course, did not mind, and I have no regrets. It was nice to have a day just for Anthony to celebrate what a fantastic father he is. He is incredible Anyone who sees him interact with Isobel or kids in general notices this.

Saturday I’ll be posting Father’s Day, Part II to include our actual Father’s Day activities.

People of Voltaire (and anyone else that’s curious), see the full piping set here.