The Phillips Phamily Daddy and I are taking the evening off to go see Jack Johnson (see above--WOW!) at the Lakewood Amphitheater here in the ATL. Nana and Papa are coming over to spend some time with the girls, give them a bath, and put them to bed.
Maybe we can sleep in
I'll make you banana pancakes
pretend like it's the weekend now
"Banana Pancakes" is a sweet song about staying in bed when the weather is gloomy, rainy, and you just want to lie in bed with that special someone. We don't get to do that too often, but most Saturday mornings I can convince C. to make some banana pancakes for me and the girls. We usually have one or two bananas that he deems "too brown to eat." So if he mashes them up in the pancake mix, the girls will gobble them down (ok-me, too).
The Phillips Phamily Daddy likes to give the girls their baths, make breakfast on Saturday--he does french toast, too--, read to A.E. at bedtime, make funny faces, tickle, and take them to places they've never been. He'll dress up and do anything silly to make them laugh. He's so involved with them that I often forget how lucky I am to have him. Maybe I'm gushing too much, but he did get great seats for the concert tonight! We'll see if I can get a good picture to post.
She said: daddy