You Don't See That Every Day

I was raised with boys. I lived in a neighborhood filled with mainly boys. I fought my mom on dressing like a girl. You know, the whole dresses and pretty hair and white socks thing. My best friend(s) when I was young were boys - There was one girl, a sister a boy I played with; and my cousin, who is a girl. I remember asking my mom for a baby brother when I was a kid too. She laughed at that. (Now that I am a mom I can see why she, as a mom to ten by age 38, laughed.) My husband was raised in a house of boys. No sisters. So I figured I would have boys when I got married. That was the plan anyway. But God had other plans for me. We have one son, and 4 daughters. Even our dogs are female. But I am still trying to figure out this whole raising girls thing. My poor eldest girl - she's the guinea pig for it all. She is 12 years old, and although she has zero interest in boys (phew!) I know the day is coming. That's why when I read this post on a friends facebook, I loved it! ...

 Oh was it a 'holiday' this past weekend? Father's Day didn't get the same attention around here that Mother's Day got. Maybe that has something to do with Mom being the one who wants to GO somewhere on the weekend, and Dad being one who would like to finally stay home and relax. So the Dad in our home got to stay in and relax on Father's Day. The kids and I got him a hammock - and the kids set it up in the yard while Dad was napping. Then we woke him up (!) and guided him outside to surprise him. And he got another nap. But on most holidays we've learned not to go out to restaurants on that day. So we took my dad and mom out to eat last night instead. We had gone to this place for our anniversary last month, and we really really liked it - the service was great, the food was delicious, and naturally, the company was terrific. We thought my parents would like it too. My dad has German heritage, my mom is Polish, and so the food served at this r...