This is what happens when I stay up too late

Apropos of nothing, here’s a little song I wrote about “Falling Skies.” Of which I have watched half an episode. I tell you this so you’ll know I know nothing about nothing and maybe the show isn’t about beards at all. I’m pretty sure it is about aliens, though.

OH, WHEN THE ALIENS COME DOWN
COME DOWN COME DOWN
ALLVRYBODY WILL GET HISSELF A BEARD!
THE BEARDS WILL GET REAL BEARDY
REAL BEARDY!
AND WE’LL HAVE A BIG OL REV-O-LUTION!
AND ALLVRYBODY WILL GET HISSELF A BEARD!

What I’d like to give Rockford for Father’s Day

What we’re actually giving Rockford for Father’s Day is a new pair of slacks and possibly a photo keychain. I can safely tell you that, because he doesn’t read this website. Like, ever. But here’s what I’d give him if I had a million dollars.

Golf

Rockford loves to golf, but he rarely gets to play. I’d love to give him a membership to a local golf club, so he could play whenever he wanted. One of the country clubs would be super-fancy, and he’d get to eat lots of “free” hot dogs. But he’d be just as happy with a membership to the muni.

Minnesota

His family used to take a yearly fishing trip to Minnesota, and I know Rockford would love to go back again someday. Minnesota is a billion miles away from us, though. We would have to spend at least two days on the road just to get there, which means four vacation days dedicated to driving. So if I had a million dollars, I’d rent a cabin at Clementson Resort, fly us all to Minneapolis and rent a car for the week.

Wheels

I’m not sure why, but Rockford loves Jeep Grand Wagoneers. I’d probably need to build an addition onto our one-car garage to have a place to store it, though.

RockfordFest

Or Rockfordpalooza, or maybe Rockfordaroo. Whatever I called it, it would be a concert featuring Neil Young, My Morning Jacket, Wilco and some other acts Rockford likes. It would be in a small venue, it would be invitation-only, and I’ll bet I would need way more than a million dollars to make it happen.

I don’t have a million dollars, though, so unfortunately I can’t give Rockford any of these things. (Unless someone wants to Sponsor Rockford’s Totally Awesome Father’s Day! Anybody?) I also can’t tell him what a wonderment it is to watch him with our kids. He’s a magnificent father, and the kids and I are so very blessed to have him around.

A week of mini-vacations for Mama

Yesterday was the most relaxing morning I’ve had in recent memory. I did not go to a spa, I’m not on vacation and there was no hypnotism involved. We just got up a little earlier than normal, had breakfast, got ready for the day and marched over to the church in our neighborhood for Vacation Bible School. Once the kids were settled, I walked back home and did absolutely nothing for three hours. (Not entirely true. I did eat a banana and pet the cats.)

It’s the first time the kids have done any kind of camp, so they were a little nervous yesterday morning. All turned out well, though. So well, in fact, that Pete didn’t want to leave.

Here’s his email to Rockford about his day:

Dear Daddy,

I got to camp and I played with toys, and I learned about animals. And I played outside. And then I had lunch in the same place the cafeteria was. I had some lettuce, some potatoes, some ketchup, some milk and a hamburger. I took a bite of the ketchup on my burger. Well actually all I ate was the milk, ketchup and hamburger. I played more outside after lunch.

The End.

I realized after we got home yesterday that the “little kids” part is actually more daycare than VBS, so he didn’t actually have to leave when I picked Poppy up. I’ll probably let him stay the full day today. Maybe Poppy and I will go out to lunch while he enjoys his ketchup.

Poppy wrote about her first-ever day of VBS on her blog.* Spoiler! She loved it.

*I don’t think I’ve mentioned Poppy’s blog here before. She isn’t a big fan of doing her history narration on paper, but she really liked the idea of dictating it to me and putting it on her own website. So that’s what we did.