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Father's Day

We had a great Father's Day. We took Sammy out to his favorite indian restaurant a few weeks early because we knew we'd busy the actual Father's Day weekend celebrating with our dad's. Then the week of Father's Day I took Aaron to Walmart just to do something and we got Sammy his favorite cookies, then walked the entire store trying to find something small that Sammy might like. First I tried to find a battery for his watch but that didn't work out. Then I thought maybe a new wristband for it, but I din't have a clue what he'd like. I found some cool pajama pants but I sent Sammy a picture and he didn't like them. So we settled on the cookies. 

We spent a very long time with the cards and finally found a Batman card for Sammy, a Darth Vadar one for my dad, and a sweet one for Sammy's. I wrote a letter inside from Aaron saying all the things he loves to do with his dad. Sammy commended Aaron on his superb handwriting. I had Aaron give Sammy the card and he held it and handed it to him, but then he wanted it back and almost ripped it. 

 We went to my parents for a yummy steak dinner on Saturday. We had a debate on what color Aaron's eyes are. I swear they were green that night just like my mom's, but she thought they were blue like mine. Right now they change every day so I have no idea what they're going to do. 
 Aaron got to sit at the table with us and enjoyed graham crackers and applesauce. He growled the whole time to let us know when he needed more. 
 His new favorite thing is to fight us after his bath and keep rolling over so we can't get him dressed. He had a lot of fun fighting daddy. 
On Sunday I gave a talk on the priesthood in my life and my parents and brother came to hear me. I think the talk went over pretty well. Right afterwards we rushed to Sammy's parents to have lunch. It was a delicious lunch and Aaron had fun playing with everyone. 

I'm grateful that our dad's are nearby and how great of example mine has been in my life. I'm also grateful that Aaron gets to have such an amazing daddy. 

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