Willem figured something out tonight. Jacob worships Emily... and Emily does, too. So that creates something called narcissister, no?

Hee hee.

In other news, my mother-in-law only called Willem twice for Father's Day this year. Which is a vast improvement over last year, when she called FIVE times. That was just a few weeks before we moved and we were screening our calls by then, and apparently answering machines don't actually, you know, answer, in her world.

Our day has been really pretty low-key and nice. I cooked a big breakfast which neither child would eat, and a big dinner (Fettucini Carbonara, a new recipe for me - wildly rich and unhealthy but goooood) and we generally overindulged. Yay fathers!

My kids really did luck out in the Daddy Department. And if we do things right, they won't ever realize how good they have it until they're grown-ups and parents themselves.