Father's Day

As I'm typing this, Buck is taking a nap on the couch with our little sleeping pill...otherwise known as Eve. So sweet.
John seems to be doing better with her, a little less jealous I think, but still definitely about to be two! He definitely likes to have his way. Some days I get so frustrated, then on days like yesterday, he falls asleep in the car and I get to carry (and snuggle) that sweet little thing up stairs. What a special time. It's a good time to remind me that while he can be difficult, he's also very very sweet. I love doing that.
Yesterday we went to downtown Greenville. They had the farmer's market and an event called Touch a Truck. They had a fire engine, excavator, police car, school bus, recycle truck (Buck's favorite by far), police boat, huge army vehicles, and some others. They let the kids climb up in them, honk the horns, pretend to drive, or whatever they want. With as much as John LOVES all of those things, we were a little surprised that he was much too scared to get on any of them...except the Trolley. On the trolley he danced around and enjoyed ringing the bell, but he was clinging tight to Buck the rest of the time...wouldn't even walk. I'm sure next year we'll be wishing for that when he's been in the fire engine for 30 minutes and we still can't get him out! He did enjoy looking and pointing. I suppose the highlight of the trip for him was the berries from the farmer's market. His sweet little sleeping face had red and blue all over it.
Eve is awake a bit more, although not much. She's actually sleeping some in the cradle (rather than the car seat) but it takes some effort.
Eve gets oohs and ahhs wherever we go. It's funny, though...up until John was about a year, no matter how masculine his clothes were, people often said "What a pretty little girl". I think generally they look similar (especially their hair), and lots of people think she's a boy-nevermind the pink dress!
Since it's Father's Day, I should write what I'm often thinking. We are so fortunate to have such a special Daddy. It's something that so many people take for granted, but something that so many people don't have. I think of all the single mothers, abandoned or abused children, people whose dads just aren't around for one reason or another, and I realize how thankful we should be...how blessed we are.