Fired

So, last week Sunday when the fam woke up, Isabelle and I so kindly handed daddy his father's day cards...and proceeded to shower him with kisses.
After a couple of text's to our fathers with the all so classic 'Happy Father's Day.' We realized we had the WRONG Sunday. (Yes, of course I would call my dad and not just text him, but he was at church.)FIRED...absolutley fired. How silly. Still had a big breakfast and did some shopping. :) So this Sunday we just relaxed...enjoyed a nice breakfast and Jake went on a ride, FINALLY, with a fellow Hog rider. Was that a bad father's day? Not for Jake, he was content to be home, in the U.S. and not some way far off in an unknown territory. What a dad! I heart him to the fullest. :)

Oh and of course Isabelle, was helping with laundry and demanding my socks on. Then when paparazzi came out she was ready: 'cheese' she says. On cue! Oh how I love thee :)