Thursday, August 11th 2016
8am this morning finds me in the hammock contemplating whether I want to scrounge up a campfire to make coffee or just keep going without coffee until some point later when Daddy might be here to make his camp stove magic. Boy is going for sleep-in gold, and Girl has already asked why don’t I just call Daddy?
“Because maybe he’s still sleeping,” I explain. “Not every day Daddy doesn’t have kids waking him up.”
“Tweeee!” comes a faint whistle to which I pay no regard until my kids cry “DADDY!!”
Dude is in a BOAT, like, rowing up to shore. Daddy is rowing a boat ashore.
Proverbially, literally. I didn’t even know Gavin was awake.
I didn’t know DADDY was awake for that matter.
♡♡♡ *sigh* ♡♡♡
DLove joins our fold, starting with a well-earned spell in the hammock. We may have just seen him yesterday, but ClaraJane is keeping a much closer eye on him now.
I guess if I’d checked Facebook I might have known:
Apparently lots of others did:
Much thanks to Auntie Heather and Uncle Joe in Hull for loaning Paul the rowboat.