Every day is Father's Day

We were so busy on Father's Day, I've got enough material to last me all week, or at least until Sydney's birthday.

After a morning that included making Jeff a special breakfast of scrambled eggs, we spent part of the afternoon visiting his dad and going for a boat ride on the St. Louis River.

The sun was shining, and there was just the right hint of a breeze. What a perfect afternoon to be on the water.

Or so we thought. A few minutes passed, during which Grandpa Bill allowed AJ to drive the boat. AJ did a great job, right up until the point when we got stuck in water that's now too shallow due to all the runoff that ended up in the river after last summer's flood.

See that dark cloud in the background? It represents more than just a metaphorical storm cloud.

Bill tried unsuccessfully to restart the motor numerous times. Eventually we went to plan B, which involved Bill paddling while Jeff got the trolling motor into the water. Ever so slowly, we attempted to travel back up the river.

And then it started to rain. The kids, amazingly, were wonderful throughout, never once commenting on the weather or asking how much longer until we got back.

Oh, who am I kidding? They wouldn't shut up. I finally threatened AJ I was going to thrown him overboard so that he could help kick to get us back faster.

At last, the engine started, and the rain stopped. We let Sydney have a turn as captain.

Her attention span was shorter than the next round of rain, so at last we headed back to the dock. Hopefully the kids learning a valuable lesson about being prepared for anything because the weather can change quickly on the water. But I doubt it. By the time we reached land, they were far more interested in figuring out what snacks and treats they could convince us to give them.

Typical.