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Although this wasn't my first Father's Day weekend, it quite possibly might have been the best one yet.

Saturday was just an easy-going sort of day – I worked out at the gym, did some shopping with Violet, puttered around the house, and cooked some excellent chicken and vegetables on the grill for dinner (although all the hard work marinating/seasoning everything was done by my wife, so I can't take all the credit).  After we got the kids asleep, Dee and I watched No Country for Old Men, which lived up to every bit of hype that I've heard about the movie.  Definitely a must see.  By itself, Saturday would have made the weekend, but in this case, it was superseded in specialness by the Father's Day Sunday I had the next day:

• My alarm went off at 8AM, and before I had time to even galumph my way over to it to hit snooze, the bedroom door opened and a torrent of unbridled energy in the form of my toddler came rushing in and crawled all over me and the bed, excited to give me my Father's Day cards.  I snuggled with her for a little bit while I opened the two greeting cards she and my wife had bought/signed for me, and cheered when I saw that one of them also included a gift certificate to a nearby bookstore – as my wife put it, I'd be able to get in some guilt-free book shopping that day.
• I spent the next couple hours hanging out with and taking care of the girls while Dee went to her Weight Watchers' meeting and out to the grocery store.  The highlight of that time came when I was throwing around a nerf ball with Violet and she told me out of the blue, "Daddy, I love playing football with you."
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  My new books

  When Dee got back, she let me duck out of the house for a couple hours to hit up the bookstore and use up my gift certificate.  I spent a little time just browsing through some of the bookshelves, but ended up with 5 books that I'm really looking forward to reading.

• I spent the rest of the afternoon doing some yardwork and home improvement projects, with Violet tagging along and "helping" whenever possible.  Although I didn't get as much done as I would have liked, I did make a dent in my ever-growing to-do list, which always feels good.
• After I managed a quick shower and shave, we dropped the kids off with my mother-in-law, who was nice enough to watch them while Dee and I went out to eat at the local Thai restaurant.  A couple hours, some beers, and some excellent (and very spicy) food later, we stopped by Jack in the Box for a couple Oreo milkshakes on our way back to get the kids.  Ended up VERY stuffed, but also equally happy with how the day had progressed. 
• When we got home, I had a little more bonding time with Violet in the form of bedtime story time, and then the kidlets were in bed and very soon after, so was I.  The alarm on Monday morning was a rude awakening (literally), but still couldn't detract from the happiness I felt from the wonderful weekend I had.

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