Two Little Gutt Girls: Daddy of the Year

We celebrated Loran's third Father's Day in a rather low-key way. We started with a hearty breakfast that I created. Loran's a fan/addict of quesadilla's so I invented a breakfast quesadilla. It must have filled him up because typically, after cooking any meal for him, he'll make himself a little quesadilla for dessert. True story. This time, he didn't. We also had gifts and Ella provided table-side entertainment.

Most of the day was spent cleaning in preparation for our house appraisal Monday morning. Interest rates are so low, it would be silly not to refinance! The appraiser even said, he's not judging the cleanliness of our house...but there's no way I could tolerate having someone in charge of putting a price on our home see the bottles and sippy cups stacked in the sink, the toy explosion or the Picasso-esse drawings in our tub. Ella's going through a red period with her tub crayons. Unfortunately, when you rub it off, it looks like blood running down the walls. red rum, red rum...

Loran's a great father to his little girls. He provides a great mix of love, care and compassion along with some rough and tumble play. He changes diapers, cleans up vomit, gives baths and goes on outings with them- solo. He's a little shy about brushing and styling wild-girl hair, so usually a well placed barrette is the best we can get. He teaches them important things. Ella equates the word "collapse" with Greece, knows the periodic table, Linnean classification, days of the week, etc. They studied the Zimbabwe election when Ella was a baby. He also spends time learning about them. Currently, our house is peppered with potty training books, and Loran's beloved copy of Strong Fathers, Strong Daughters is usually handy. I think it's safe to say that Loran's in love with his little girls. And I fall deeper in love watching the bond they share.