We had a good Father’s Day. We spent the day with all of my family at my Mom’s. It is always fun to be with the fam!
Here are the 7 cousins, Skyler, Andrew, Ricky, Steph, Danny, Melissa, and Billy, ages ranging from almost 17 years to almost 4 months.
Ricky adores his big cousins. Even when they tickle him mercilessly!
And, he adores the little boys, too. Ricky just can’t get enough of “kids.”
Uncle Tim set the precedent that on Father’s Day, your children become your slaves. From feet rubs to moving their father’s jaw up and down for them when it is time to chew. (Tim has very patient girls) So, on Sunday, after the ceremonial feet cleansing, the girls kissed their dad.
Then Ricky had to “practice” the foot rub on Uncle Tim. With how ticklish Kevin’s feet are, I question whether it would ever be a good thing for the boys to rub his feet! Plus, I’m not so sure what Ricky thought about touching Uncle Tim’s piggies.
We found out on Sunday, that by this time next month, the boys will have a new Aunt. Tim and Kym are getting married. Isn’t her ring pretty? I don’t know why I didn’t take a picture of more than her hand.
When Uncle Dan and Aunt Cathy were getting ready to go, Ricky found Danny in the car seat and started playing peekaboo with him. It was so cute that we just stood around and watched for 5 minutes. Ricky would duck behind the seat canopy and then pop in front of Danny. That would make Danny giggle which would make Ricky giggle and do it again.
It was such a busy day with so many people to love him, that Billy zonked out early. He retaliated though, by being wide awake at 3 am. Sunday night was a crazy one for us. Ricky woke up with an horrible ear ache and just as he settled down, Billy woke up. There wasn’t a lot of sleep happening here that night. I took Ricky to the doctor and he has an ear infection. I wouldn’t have slept well with one of those either.
I thought about my own dad quite a bit on Father’s Day, missing him and such. As I watched some video with Dad in it, I had to smile about Kevin and his boys. He is a really devoted “poppy” and loves the boys so much. Around here, those sleepless nights are a tag team effort and it might be possible that Kevin has changed more diapers than I have. So I think my boys are pretty lucky (not to mention dang cute).
