Little Fadder's Day

We were still in Tucson on Father's Day.  Oh, and Spencer is still calling us Little Lady and Little Fadder, so it was Little Fadder's Day.

The day started with some beautification. 

It's important to look good for special holidays.

My dad did a little paperwork.  This is where my dad can be found 45% of the day.  The piles never seem to get smaller though.

Then Spencer helped to make waffles.

You couldn't get something this good at Denny's.

After breakfast we took some family photos.

This would have been a winner if Spencer had been looking. 

And if we weren't all washed out with sunlight.

This would have been a winner if my brilliant dad hadn't been blocking the flash with his finger.

This is winnerish, but it was the best we got.

Spencer took this picture of grandpa.

Then sat on top of him for a photo op.

Spencer insisted that daddy sit on his lap for a picture.

And then the other way around.

I insisted that Michael get a picture with his daughter.

After all the picture taking we let Spencer play in the sprinklers while we packed the car.  Then we drove home and ordered dinner in.  No crowds.  No tip.  It was great. 

Michael picked BBQ, so we ordered ribs, sweet potato tater tots, cowboy beans and cole slaw.  The cole slaw had a vinegar dressing with lots of caraway seeds and fresh dill.  It was the most disgusting cole slaw I've ever tasted. I actually spit a mouthful of it out into a napkin.  The rest of the dinner was tasty.

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