If Harper Could Talk

Harper can't really speak yet. She knows many words, it's true, but none of them are fitting for a heartfelt speech. If Harper could talk, here is what I think she may have said to Colt on Sunday...

Dear Daddy,

I love you so much.

You are the coolest/tallest person I know.

Thank you for always sharing your snacks with me.

I really love when you give me bites of ice cream/cheetos/cake.

Mommy is mean and makes me eat veggies/raisins/granola bars.

Your snacks are way better.

Thank you for not beating me when I do really naughty things.

I will try to stop throwing spaghetti on the carpet, I promise.

I will try to stop dumping Hazel's water all over the house, I promise.

Thank you for playing with me and making me laugh.

Thank you for working hard so that I can have every toy/outfit imaginable.

Thank you for letting me use you as a pillow.

Love,

Your little stink bum/bugger/booboo

(Those are Colt's nicknames for Harper.)

Anyway, I told you we had a quiet weekend. 

On Saturday, I went to a yard sale and found many delightful treasures. I'll post pics of those later today.

We took Harper to the splash pad for a couple of hours.

We watched the US Open and yes, I cried when Rory Mcilroy hugged his dad after a -16 win. It was amazing. 

I went to the library to pick up my holds. I'm so excited to read The Paris Wife.

Colt loved his Father's Day presents. We gave him golf balls, a putting pad, a laptop desk, and some other little prizes like razor blades, chap stick, and car cleaning stuff.

Hazelnut loves the putting pad. She laid on it all weekend.

Harper was a bit sick over the weekend. I think she is getting a couple of teeth. She ate next to nothing and slept quite a lot. Look how perfectly cute she is when she sleeps. Someday, Colt is going to find me in Harper's crib snuggling with this sleepy baby.