Daddy's Girl

My Dad is a teacher and I have many memories of him taking care of my brother and I. Because he had summers off (and we lived at the beach), we didn't got to summer camp. Dad took care of us. Our schedule was pretty much the same everyday:

- get up (around 8am)

- go to swim practice/Vacation Bible School/whatever activity was booked

- run errands (the stores opened at 10)

- come home

- eat lunch

- go to beach (at 1:30, after the WGN news was done)

- come home (normally around 4)

- eat dinner

- play outside

- go to bed

- repeat

Many great memories- and I am so thankful that I got to spend that time with my dad. Not everyone can say they truly spent everyday possible on the beach when they were kids... with their dad who would take them out into the Ocean up to his neck (It was way over our heads! My dad is 6 feet, 6 inches tall), who would bring snacks with him, who would lather us up with sunscreen because mom told him to, who would let us fish and crab, who enjoyed the beach as much as we did.

Well, this post here and this post here reminded me of some other stories about time spent with the dad.

My dad loves music. He probably has a better music collection than me and he is always adding to it. Well my mom loves to remind him that when she would come home from work she would find me in my crib watching MTV while he was grading papers. Yep, sounds about right. MTV was never off limits in my house (but in their defense, at the time it was more music videos than they crap they play today).

My dad also loved my long curly hair growing up. Check out these photos of me with the long dirty blonde/honey brown, curly hair:

(Sorry these are so blurry)

It made him sad when I got older and started cutting it. ANYWAY, in the summers I would get up and need someone to do my hair. Dad, doing his best, would brush it and then put barrettes in my hair. EXCEPT, they wouldn't actually hold any hair back, they would just clip in my hair that was already in my face. Come on girls, you know what I am talking about. Too bad we don't have any pictures of that... at least that I have in my possession.

What memories do you have of your dad? I am blessed with an amazing father! Love you, Dad!