Our Fathers' Day weekend began on Thursday afternoon when the preschoolers hosted an ice cream party for their fathers. I was impressed with the number of fathers who could make it at 3:15 on a work day. The kids sang two well rehearsed Fathers' Day songs that we had heard in our house for at least a week. At performance time, however, our child was too shy to participate and sat in Jamie's lap. It's ironic since we're still hearing "Happy Happy Father's Day, won't you light the grill today" (sung to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star) and "Thank you Dad, thank you Dad, thank you for loving me" (sung to the tune of Jingle Bells). Kids and dads ate huge bowls of ice cream and headed home for the sugar crash.
Saturday, we cooked our Fathers' Day dinner, but you know all about that because we used no electricity that day. The steaks were fantastic and so was the potato salad.
On Sunday, we trekked to Dutchess Stadium in Fishkill to take in a Hudson Valley Renegades game. The last time we took Duncan to a baseball game, he lasted three innings. In contrast, it seems that minor league baseball is PERFECT for a three year old. There was so much going on that Duncan never got bored. We were worried about the weather, but it held out for most of the game. We ran for cover twice in pelting, torrential rain, but the rest of the time it was sunny. The Renegades have four mascots, raccoons in various family relationships that I could not divine. Also roaming the stadium were Elmo, Mickey, and a generic dog. If we had wanted to, we could have taken Duncan to the bouncy house or the playground. There was tons to do. The food was reasonably priced, and I even managed to get a bowl of raw vegetables with my lunch! Dutchess Stadium also has an impressive, refreshing beer selection; I had a Blue Moon Honeymoon and Jamie had Sam Adams (Summer Ale, I think). We all made it through nine innings of baseball and made it home in time for pancakes!
Happy Belated Fathers' Day...to Jamie, who is the perfect parenting partner, to my Dad, who helped me define what to look for in the father of my child, to John for being half of the partnership who produced Jamie...and to the Daddies who showed up in the middle of the workday to listen to the preschoolers sing, out of tune, with heartfelt joy.
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