The Bean's Baby Daddy

We had a pretty low-key Father's Day. Per Josh's request, I made cheese enchiladas, he opened a few gifts, and we took a bunch of cute photos of him with the bean machine.

Since this was Josh's first Father's Day, I wanted to create something special and then say it was from Lola. I wanted to do this because I believe from this point forward it is likely that Lola will make her dad a gift each year and because she physically can't make one yet, I would do it for her. I had this genius idea to create a card. Well, maybe not genius, as creating homemade cards is a pretty standard Father's Day gift, but I wanted to make a unique card. So I took this photo of Lola and glued it to the front of a blank card:



And then on the inside I wrote: Mommy says "You're welcome."

Don't you love the look on Lola's face? "This is a great idea Mom. Great." I have a feeling we'll be seeing that same look when we snap photos of her at her middle school graduation.

I picked that photo because, well, the rest of them sorta sucked.

Here were the runner-ups:

Baby with sign on head.


Baby looking mildly thugish.

It's tough convining a four month old to hold a piece of paper and also look at the camera. Josh appreciated the effort. Lola also gave him an album filled with photos of just her and her daddy.

As a separate gift, I bought a ladder for Josh. While a ladder wouldn't be incredibly exciting to most people, Josh has wanted one for quite a while. And, I felt a ladder would be an appropriate Father's Day gift since it is manly and came from Lowe's. (Side note: Thank you Dad for the tip on buying a fiberglass versus an aluminum ladder. Josh was impressed that I knew fiberglass was superior. If Josh read my blog, which he doesn't, he would know the truth).

Josh (and the beard) were thrilled.


I also put Lola in a cute BabyGAP onesie that had "Light of my dad's life" written across it. Isn't that the truth?

Hey Lola, look at the camera. Mommy wants to take a Father's Day photo of you and your daddy.


Lola, over here.



No. Here.


Remember that one time when you hung out in mommy's uterus for nine months and a half months? Like this? Look at me!


Ah. Perfect.