These two

I've been MIA all week because, well life.  I honestly didn't intend to, but then I woke up and it was Thursday already and I was all, crap.  So a little late to the game this week.  In all aspects because my brain is just not here right now.  

Above is one of my favorite things that happens around here.  Anytime Taylor works out, Gideon has to also.  Honestly, he is in the way more than anything, but Taylor loves that he wants to be right there doing it like daddy so he laughs and helps Gideon out.  And I sit on the couch and watch.  I know, I'm so motivated.  Every once in a while, I will ask Gideon to flex and he gives me the best muscle face of all time and then we have to remind him to breathe while doing it.  It's the best.

Father's Day | twenty fourteen

Gideon and I decided to make Taylor cookies for Father's Day.  We used the same recipe on our Easter cookie post.  I must say that Gideon is very hands-on when it comes to baking.  Dough in mouth, flour in hair, licking the rolling pin hands-on.  There were many a tear when he thought I was not letting him be a part of it, so I just stood back and let him have at it.  The results were flour and dough everywhere and delicious cookies so it didn't turn out as bad as it could have.  Also, I perfected the frosting recipe this time and it was not nearly as disastrous as last time, so that is why the cookies look so much more edible now.

We headed to the Farmer's Market on Saturday and picked up some BBQ to eat.  It was Taylor's request and it was a good one.  Hello, tangy sweetness of the gods.  Then we spent all day Sunday lounging around, as we should.  A late afternoon thunderstorm completed an awesome day (Also, made us feel better about staying inside. Whatever helps, right?).

Our rad dad

Father's Day is Sunday (a reminder in case you are having an oh crap moment of forgetfulness).  I just need to say that I hit the freaking jackpot of all jackpots in the husband and father department. Taylor is the sanity to my cray and the best dad Gideon could ever have.  So here is an ode to our rad dad and all the things we love about him.

we love...

+ That lumberjack scruff.  OK, I love that scruff.  I'm pretty sure Gideon could care less.

+ The metro-sexual side of him that cares about how he dresses and his hygiene.  Thank the Lord I got one who cares.  Let's be honest, he dresses better than me.

+ His heart.  And cue the awwwww.  But in all honesty, he has the most compassionate heart.  He loves people and his actions stem from his mindset of putting others first, including me and the Gid.

+ Work ethic.  One of my biggest pet peeves is a poor work ethic and he exudes a great one.  I think this stems from a place of integrity.  He not only wants to do what is required in a job, but to exceed that.  

+ He makes the best scrambled eggs and waffles E V E R.  Holy junk, they are good.

+ The flat feet.  I mean, they are the flattest I've ever seen and I love them.

+ The one piece of hair that sticks up in back after laying on it.  Gideon's does the same thing.

+ His love for our kid.  I love seeing his fascination with every thing that Gideon learns and does. 

+ His ability to push me when I lack confidence and how he keeps me grounded and down to earth.

+ He let's me decorate our home.  Bam, no questions asked.

+ His childlike fascination with things like Batman.
+ His love of getting up early.  Hallelujah.  He let's me sleep and gets Gideon when he starts squawking so I can get ready. 

Happy Father's Day to the best guy to have a kid with.  Clearly our genes are compatible.