The Targo's first Father's Day was very ordinary. The day before was much more fun.
My parents came to town and took us to a White Sox game. My dad has a hook-up with tickets, which includes parking in one of the good lots. So, we felt all touristy because we drove rather than taking the El. Nathan was so good. He got startled a couple of times, but mostly enjoyed being shuffled between the four of us. And the fireworks? Somehow, they didn't freak the kid out. Maybe he liked the colors?
Last night, The Targo's parents came to the city and took us to dinner - a fabulous Italian place, which SUCKS with my dairy-free diet. Nathan is to that point where he's not content to sit in his car seat (stroller) and he can't quite sit up on his own in a high chair. Each of us ended up constantly walking him around the restaurant. Don't worry, we're not those people. First, we ate at 5:00. Second, it was such a nice day that everyone else was eating outside. Nathan disturbed no one but himself.
I had wanted to make something special for The Targo's first Father's Day, but you know, didn't quite get around to it. My mom had a cute photo coffee mug made for him, from Nathan. But me? I dropped the ball.
I keep thinking that I'm going to get "caught up," but it just hasn't happened yet. I'd like to blame it on the lack of sleep, which might have something to do with it, but it's more than that. I'm just so ridiculously happy that I'm overwhelmed. Despite all of the whining I've been doing, I can't believe how well life is going right now. I keep telling The Targo this. I hope it's enough for him.