Fathers' Day

We had a pleasant weekend together. It has been extremely hot here - highs in the mid- to upper-90's every day. We headed to the swimming pool both days, arriving right when it opened at 11 a.m. on Saturday and 12 p.m. today. That got us a coveted umbrella table under the trees. A sun worshipper I am not. To protect my skin from the midday sun I wore a rash guard over my swimsuit. So did Mia. We were the only people there wearing long sleeve black turtlenecks in 90-degree heat, but I wasn't embarrassed. Some of the other members could be poster children for the ravages of the sun, which reminds me to take precautions.
Mia had a great time pushing herself off from the steps of the pool and swimming underwater into Mom or Dad's waiting arms, 4 or 5 feet away. She did that over and over again. We could hardly get her to do anything else. In fact, today she demanded that we move farther away from her. She did that by saying, "Mooooove" in a sing-song voice. I reminded her to say please. We obliged by going 10 or 12 feet away from her. Once she dove in, we would move in closer.
Mia also tried wearing goggles today. She really likes the look - I think she wants to be like the bigger kids - but doesn't like how they fog up.
We made a handmade card for Dad. I did most of the work, stamping and pasting the letters D-a-d-d-y on the card as Mia napped. Later, I gave her crayons and encouraged her to add her own personal touch, which she did. Daddy said it was the best card ever.
After a Father's Day dinner of grilled steaks and vidalia onions, Daddy took Mia to the park, where as usual she enjoyed the swings. When she came home, she reported, "I pumped." That girl is quite a swinger.
We called both grandfathers. Mia regaled them with the ABC song and said "Happy Birthday" or "Happy Fathers' Day."

If Mia were here, I know she'd want me to add:
I love you, Daddy. I love you, Boppy. I love you, Grandpa.