Sometimes you have to be a pain in the butt to get the pictures you want. You have to interrupt the party and say, “hey, let’s all stand over here and smile while I take a photo.” But, when you have four generations of males all in one place on one day…

Here is Micah with his dad, his grandpa and his great-grandpa (Eric’s maternal grandfather). Micah’s shirt says “Dad is my Hero.”

And this is the whole clan, my mother-in-law’s extended family. I set the timer and jumped in.

Father’s day was fun. We went to church this morning after a leisurely morning at home. It was a little less hectic since we decided to skip Sunday School. We had lunch with Eric’s family on their beautiful, relaxing farm. The food was classic summer fare: hot dogs, brats, hamburger, potato salad, pistachio fluff, pasta salad and brownies. It was delicious! We spent a lot of time out on the lawn because it was so nice outside. By three o’clock it was in the eighties and still sunny.

After we left Eric’s aunt and uncle’s house, we went to my parents’ house for dinner. My mom made a casserole we’ve enjoyed since I was little. It’s too bad Micah couldn’t have any because it is full of eggs and milk. I’m not sure he cared, though, since he got his fill of chicken, strawberries, applesauce and corn. After dinner we walked around outside – the weather was still amazing and it had cooled down enough.  Another family photo, of course. Would you believe this is the first one we have all taken together since Micah was born? I don’t know how we managed to go that long without taking a group shot, but I love this picture. I’m going to print it and frame it.

On a complete tangent -I love how Micah is more interested in his buddy Rocco than the camera. Looks like the affection is mutual. Those two followed each other around the house the whole evening. It’s funny: they used to drive each other nuts (lots of barking and crying), and now they are friends. Rocco doesn’t even care when Micah pokes him in the face. Micah is supposed to be allergic to dogs, but you’d never know it when he’s around Rocco, who is the cleanest bull dog on the planet, thanks to my dad. I didn’t see him sneeze once. I haven’t noticed him react to Eric’s parents’ dog either, though, so I don’t understand how his results came up positive for a dog allergy. Oh well!