I had a conversation a while back with my mom how that Primary song about being so glad that Daddy is home is really for moms. On Father's Day they really ought to get a bunch of sleep-deprived moms get up at church and sing, "I'm so glad when Daddy comes home, glad as I can be . . ." although it is cuter having the little kids sing it and blow a kiss to their dads at the end. Not that we don't have a good time around here during the day, but seriously, when five o'clock rolls around, everyone is pretty excited around here.
Brady usually rides his bike the mile or so to work, although recently it's been pretty cold and dark on both ends of the commute, so we are rethinking this plan. He usually calls just before he leaves his office and I tell the kids he's on his way. This is how they spend the few minutes it takes him to get home (these pictures are a couple months old, before our freezing weather set in and our old laptop died):
It lasts until either Charlie starts pulling Ellie's hair or Brady pulls up on his bike and the kids race to the garage to greet him (read: attach themselves to him and not let him put anything down or take off his coat before he swings them each and gives them kisses). Then he has two extra shadows for the next couple of hours until we start winding the kids down for bed. I'm sure Daddy is so glad to come home too.
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