Honestly, is there anything like a midday hammock nap break?
Except for birthday parties involving balloons and best friends. Those are pretty great, too.
On Saturday night, as an early Father’s Day present, I took Kendrick to see – what else? – Superman.
Ehhh.
I mean, really, guys?! This movie had Russell Crowe – the Gladiator himself – at its emotional center. Diane Lane, who is lovely. Kevin Costner! The most obscenely attractive pectoral muscles I have ever seen, ever! Grand, universally appealing themes involving questions of belonging and acceptance!
There was literally no excuse for it not to be wonderful. Obviously there’s a lot of hype to live up to there, but still: oh my goodness did the script ever not make sense.
It didn’t matter much to us, though: two hours of sitting completely still and eating popcorn is enough to make us happy as little butter-covered clams.
I celebrated Father’s Day with my dad last week (a day of fishing, of course), so Sunday was just the three of us and a few presents.
Quite an autograph, no?
And quite a present, ifIdosaysomyself.
Kendrick has a huge thing for Air Jordans, and I totally don’t get it, so the conversation at the Nike store went like this:
Me: My husband has a huge thing for Air Jordans and I totally don’t get it.
Man At Nike Store: He probably wants these.
Me: Okay.
Because it’s Father’s Day and he deserves a little appreciation (also just because), know what’s amazing about Kendrick? For Mother’s Day, I and every other mother I know wanted nothing more than a few hours to relax, whether that meant getting our nails done, quietly reading, taking a nap, or just being lazy. And I wouldn’t have blamed Kendrick at all if he had said, “Hey, it’s Father’s Day…would you mind if I just chilled out for a while and did my thing?” He deserves a break, and I was totally prepared to give him one.
But when I asked him what he wanted to do, he asked if we could go to the aquarium, because he likes it…but mostly because our son loves it.
And so that’s what we did. Meerkats and stingrays and turtles, oh my.
