One of those good days...

[auntbijou]

The Husbandly One, aka the Pied Piper, is currently running around our backyard, chasing the kids with the water hose.  He's still dressed in his work clothes, though I am glad to see he has taken off his work shoes.  This is not unusual for him.  I can remember times when the Impertinent Daughter was small, and was sitting in her little pool when he'd get home from work.  She'd shout, "Papa, come swim with me," and he'd shout enthusiastically, "OKAY!!" and hop right in, shoes and all.

Yes, I have pictures.

Yes, I might post them later, if I can do it without him spotting me.

Oh oh, I see the Impossible Son has commandeered the hose, and is now chasing the Husbandly One around.  

Sometimes, I think instead of two kids, I have three.  Two small ones, and one really big goofy one.  And yes, kids still knock on our door and say, "Can Mr. J. come out to play?"

At this point, it's kinda hard to tell who is having more fun, THO, or the kids.  Of course, this is one of the reasons why I married him.  When I took him to the Blonde Sister's house to meet her family, my then four year old niece looked at him, then took his hand and said, "You wanna come play Barbies with me?"

He blinked, then said, "SURE!" and she led him off to her room.  My sister and I looked at each other and my sister said, "Um, is that okay?"

I said, "Let's give them a few minutes."  So, ten minutes later, we tiptoed to the bedroom and peeked in through the open door.  There they were, sitting on the floor, having that stilted falsetto conversation Barbies ALWAYS seem to have with each other.  "Well, Barbie, do you like my dress?  Isn't it pretty?  I really like my dress because it's so frilly and foofie!  It goes with my frilly, foofie hair, don't you think?"

My niece was just a mass of giggles.  She couldn't stop, and my sister looked at me and said, "Oh, you have to have to marry this guy."

"Yes, because Barbie skills are so important in a husband," I said, laughing.

Well, I did marry him, after all, and not for his Barbie skills.  And not for his dancing skills, because honey, I have to tell you, there is no worse disaster than the Husbandly One and I on the dance floor.  I can dance with anyone, but my husband.  Heaven knows why.  Well, I'll amend that.  We can do the oldest dance of all pretty well together, and that might be one of the reasons I married him.  That, and he's a pretty darned good cook.  Oh, and let's not forget his skills at buying chocolate to chuck in the house when I'm on a tear!

All in all, not a bad start to the summer.