A Pic and Dads' Health

Cotton sometimes gets confused he is a dog and not a human.

This isn't what I meant when I said "sit".  Silly boy.

No big post today.  My dad had an Angiogram this morning.  Eventually turned out fine, but between going to dinner with him last night and then getting up early to be at the hospital this morning (plus being a tiny bit anxious about my dad having any kind of procedure), I'm a little sleepy and light on words (lucky husband o' mine).  You could say I'm a daddy's girl.

Now we just need to find out how Phil's dad's oncology appointment went today and we will all caught up (health-wise for the padres in our lives).

Have a great weekend!!  Stay healthy people.  :)

Easter Basket

Question:

What does the Easter Bunny bring you when you are on a low-iodine diet and can't eat hardly anything?

Answer:

An Edible Arrangment.  I had never gotten one of those before.  Those are chocolate covered pineapple bunnies (which I couldn't eat).  Phil said they were delicious.

The rest of the fruit was REALLY yummy. 

Thanks Dad! 

Oops. 

I meant the Easter Bunny.  :)

Happy Birthday Daddy!

I am about 99.9875% certain that my dad does not read my blog.  But that doesn't really matter.  Today is my dad's 60th birthday!!

{Family resemblence much?}

I know I may be biased, but I am pretty sure I have the best Dad in the whole wide world.  He is the sweetest man I know (besides my husband of course), so generous, and extremely smart.  My dad has been an excellent example of how a father should treat his daughter and how a husband should treart his wife.  I am pretty sure that is one of the reasons I ended up with such a sweet man for a husband.

I am so blessed to be able to work with him, learn from him, and spend so much time with him.  Everyday I am pretty amazed by how smart he is and how much information he knows.

So even though he won't read this...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!  I am so very glad you were born and that I was born to you.  :)

As my gift to you, I will know go get stabbed in the neck with a needle multiple times.  No you can't take it back.

Just kidding... I got him an actual gift too.

I am kind of a Daddy's Girl if you couldn't tell.

Weekend Snapshots

Friday afternoon was rough for Phil.  His dad was having another procedure (using a hot needle from outside of his body) for his liver tumors and it had some complications we weren't anticipating.  It had Phil's mom pretty upset and thanks to bad cell phone reception, at one point Phil thought his dad may have died.  Thankfully that wasn't the case.  But as you can imagine, it was emotionally taxing for Phil.  Even after that got cleared up, there could have been additional complications we were worried about.  His dad didn't have any additional complications and got to go home Saturday.  YAY!

I decided we needed a low-key Friday night to help Phil relax.  We headed to Red Robin for dinner.  Did you know you can order their burgers on lettuce rather than a bun? 

I didn't know that.  I decided I would give it a try (not for health reasons but because I wanted to eat more fries and not feel guilty about it) and it was DELICIOUS!!  Seriously never order a burger on a bun there again.

Then we headed home and played Hand and Foot while eating Teddy Grahams dipped Strawberry Cream Cheese and spiced Apple Cider.  Yes we are 80 years old.

Sunday, we went to a harvest fest at the Willamette Valley Fruit Company with my parents, Nick and Steph and the little boys.  It was really cute to watch them run around.  We attempted to do the corn maze as a family, but my mom and Jake weren't having it.  So Nick, Phil and I did it ourselves. 

It took us about 45 minutes to do the intermediate difficulty but that was mostly because it was REALLY muddy.  My shoes didn't have the best traction.  I was better off skating than trying to walk.  I may have fell down 3 times.  At least once on my butt.

Here are some pics of the boys:

Guess what my dad said?

We were on our way to a meeting in Albany today, discussing when my oldest brother will get married.  I told my dad I was accepting the idea that my brother will get married in like 10 years to a 22 year old woman.  I will have a sister-in-law that is like 15 years younger than me.  Currently, she is 12 but whatever.

So that caused my dad to ask the following question, which I found hilarious:

"If an older woman with a younger guy is called a Cougar, is a younger woman with an older man called a Cub?"

I think he is on to something.

He is funny.  Love that guy.

Love, Mrs. Janney