June 19, 2011

You say Father, I say Pater

Did you know today was Father's Day? For those of you living in a bubble and/or cave, probably not. The good thing for y'all is that I'm writing about it! On my blog! It's being updated! Happy Father's Day, yay!

How could I not post about my lovely daddy-o on Father's Day? (Especially since I had a whole post dedicated to my mommy-o on Mother's Day...) (For the record Russ, I only posted Mom's post because I had planned all along to write you a beautiful [handsome] Father's Day blog post and thought MC might feel left out if I didn't do one for her on Mother's Day.) (DAD DON'T READ THIS NEXT LINE---Mom, if you're reading this don't worry, I'm only kidding with that last comment.)

I have this really really adorable picture sitting on my dresser. Russ Moore and I are in it so that partially explains the adorableness factor. The rest of it comes from the way Russ Moore is looking at his little newborn baby girl. I would post that picture here for y'all to enjoy and "ooh" and "ahh" over, however I have been informed from some of my immediate family members that I am not Russ Moore's baby girl because Ann is his baby girl. This confuses me since I was the firstborn girl and obviously his favorite baby, but whatever. Let's take a look at another picture of Russell holding his (not) baby girl...
Dad hasn't changed a bit, by the way.  Same haircut? CHECK. Same smile everytime he sees his (not) baby girl? CHECK.

Dad, or Pater as we call him (look it up all you non-Latin speakers), puts up with a lot living with three girls. And he loves it, of course. Examples of daily conversations:

"Are you really going to wear that?"
"Brown and brown and brown don't match."
"Brown and brown and navy and black don't match."
"How did you ever survive without an iPhone?"
"Pater, did you hear that last question or were you too busy looking at your iPhone?"
"Dad...Dad...Dad..."  [grabs iPhone]
"PLEASE KILL THE ROACH! PLEASE! WHY ARE YOU WALKING SO SLOW?!?!!? RUN! DAAAAD, FASTER!"
"Are you sure you killed it and aren't just lying to shut us up?"

Oh, I forgot the most important one----- "Pater, we LOVE you!!" We add that one in after all the other ones, of course. So nice.

Pater, I love you. Or, ILY. (that's cool FB/texting lingo that my dad likes to use.) IASHTYAMD. (I am so happy that you are my dad). There is no one else that I would have wanted to drive me around at 1 am trying to get me to fall asleep. There is no one else that would have eaten Sloppy Joes with me. There is no one else that I would have wanted to teach me how to tie my shoes, or ride my bike, or parallel park. There is no one else that would sit around and put up with the constant love and attention (and occassional fashion help) of three girls. 

Remember, we're laughing with you, not at you. :)

2 comments:

Russ said...

I'm laughing, too. Constantly. And I love you, too, baby girl! Please never change.

ALMP said...

Just accept that I am Pater's baby girl. Last girl born= baby girl.

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