Early Father’s Day

Dave had to work today, so he left after feeding the kids.  I took them to the library after cleaning up a little around here.  We saw the fish, and then went to go find an animal encyclopedia to help Peyton with all the animals and what they eat.  Brandon told me, “Well, I don’t even want to get ANY Star Wars books this time.”  I told him, “Really, I was going to let you so that you can learn to read them.”  He was excited to hear that.  We were in and out of the library within 30 minutes.  I had the help of the stroller, as I learned my lesson the last time when I took her myself, and she wouldn’t stay with me (even though she told me she would).  We made a quick trip to the baby store to look for a foldable potty seat so we can take it with us on the road.  I found what I was looking for, along with some disposable toilet seat covers, which are more substantial than those in the restrooms.  All morning long, I’d put Peyton on the potty to make sure she was going.  She did.  No accidents.  But since we were out and about, I put a pull up on her.  I told her to keep Diego dry (still using leftovers from Brandon).  She understood, and she kept him dry the entire time we were out.  I stopped by home quickly to get some sweatshirts for the kids, then we headed up to celebrate Father’s day with my dad.  He was stuck at home waiting for the DSL guy, who gave him a 12 hour window of when they’d be coming over!  Not really a window, more like a day.  Dave wasn’t planning on joining us for lunch, so I picked up some Japanese food, not planning for him.  Peyton had fallen asleep on the ride up and woke up when I parked.  I had parked at a 24 minute meter and figured that would be plenty of time.  We ordered and waited for our lunch.  Peyton started out quiet and groggy but soon woke up and was playful.  We waited for our food then headed back to the car.  The meter was empty!  I can’t believe we spent that much time there.  We headed back to the house and of course on the way back, he calls me saying he’s coming back.  He ended up having to get his own food, since he didn’t want what I had ordered.  There would have been enough food, but he was hungry.  I fed the kids and my dad since we couldn’t wait.  The kids were starving as it was about 1pm.  Half way through lunch, Brandon said, “I don’t want to finish.  I just want to take a nap.  I’ll finish when I wake up.”  I believed him, seeing how sleepy he was just by looking at his eyes.  I told him to go downstairs, get his own blanket out and wait for me to turn the music on, since I was still eating with Peyton.  He did as he was told, no complaints.  I went downstairs after I was done, and he was laying down, covered up In that time, the muscles of the penile region & thus helping for the efficient cialis no prescription flow of the blood. 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