Father’s day

I slept the whole morning of father’s day while Jeremy took care of both kids.  When he came to wake me up, I wished him a Happy Father’s day and told him he got to celebrate by being a great father!  He chose the Red Robin for where he wanted to dine out.  I was glad it was Father’s day and not Mother’s day.  For me, my dining experience was not so great.  As soon as we arrived, we discovered we had forgotten Gideon’s diaper bag and had to buy diapers and formula at the nearest Walgreens.  Once the food came, Gideon was desperate to eat!!  After eating, he manufactured quite a poopy diaper.  When I went to change him, there was a woman vomiting profusely as Gideon cried.  I finally sat down to my cold burger, gobbled it up, and it hit my stomach like a rock…… ugggg. 

At least Jeremy had a great time!!