My journey, nah quest for something Toad can stand on in the kitchen started when he had just learned to walk. Up until that point he had sat patiently in his high chair with whatever activity I gave him. Once he discovered he could dictate what he wanted to play with and wasn’t going to let no stinking highchair get in the way. The quest than continued when a friend of Husband posted and tower that his father had made him so his son could help in the kitchen. My offers to exchange my first born for such were met with silence. Enter the heroine (either the drug or the feminine hero) Pinterest. I sent the link to my father to see if he had the necessary tools- I have a drill and a hammer…
Today I woke up and with nothing to do and Husband still on the mend from dental surgery trekked it the hour to my parents to ‘help’ conquer the project – by help I mean watch- by watch I mean get distracted from reading the instructions to doodle with chalk.
Now let me take this moment to brag about my Dad. While we were walking though I noticed he wasn’t wearing his Packers hat but didn’t think much of it until we got home. We live in Colorado and today the Broncos are playing the Packers in Green Bay. Not only did I volunteer/demand my Father for this project but did so during practically the super bowl here in CO. As my loving Husband said “Worst Daughter, ever.” – how am I supposed to know these things? When I tried to tell my Dad we could do this later he declined. And now I sit here smiling sawdust, a fire, fall, and rain while my Dad works hard in a neighborhood that is eerily quiet (because everyone else is watching football.) Honestly that is just the kind of selfless guy my Dad is and I am one lucky daughter.