But it was Father's Day, and so I rolled the other direction, and my feet touched smooth old hardwood. I went and got that baby girl, and Daddy slept soundly. Poor guy. Only one day of the year his wife doesn't bring the baby back to bed so that everyone can share in the joy of being awake at 6:00.
The morning was still dim and calm. Anna girl went into her high chair, pacified by a tray full of blueberry pieces. I lit a candle and puttered around making coffee and opening and shutting the cupboards (sometimes I hope that a pre-made meal will magically appear). We had three hours until church started...breakfast in bed for the World's Greatest Daddy was the obvious conclusion.
Joy of Cooking Pancakes
Whisk together in large bowl:
1 1/2 cups flour
3 T sugar
1 3/4 t baking powder
1 t salt
Combine in another bowl:
1 1/2 cups milk
3 T melted butter
1/2 t vanilla
Mix liquid quickly into dry ingredients.
We tried. :)
"I want all the food! You never feed me! I'm so hungry! Have you seen these thighs lately? Practically wasting away!"
Happy First Father's Day to the man our daughter adores. I couldn't ask for a more involved, attentive, loving daddy for my child. She kicks her legs when you walk in the room. She gives you wet open kisses all over your face. It's obvious you have her heart. And mine. I love you!
And to my own father, who celebrated his 32nd Father's Day, sorry I couldn't make you breakfast in bed. You probably would have rather had cereal instead. You've given me so much wisdom and love, you've told more corny jokes than anyone ever expected, you're the whiz of whizzes at saving money and reusing stuff, and you're a stellar Poppa who Anna delights in.