Hooray! It’s Matt’s first ever Father’s Day! (Not counting the one for which I was pregnant.)
I purchased tickets to a Pirates game. Special tickets. Tickets that included this cool beer-tasting event before the game in the Club Level.
It was a lot of fun!
It’s a good thing we had seats in the Club Level (which is covered). Because it rained. A lot.
At first, I wondered if it was shitty that instead of hanging out with our kid on Father’s Day, we hired a sitter and went out on a date. But I think it’s important to spend time together where we can actually have a full conversation without being vomited on. And I think spending some time and effort on that relationship makes us better parents in the end. Would it be so bad if this was our Mother’s Day/Father’s Day tradition?
Also, he’s only 5 months old. I guess I could change my mind later. When he is old enough to appreciate the sentiment of being with his dad on Father’s Day.
Also, it’s kind of a made up holiday, isn’t it? Matt’s a pretty great dad every day.
Not to get all sappy, but Matt is a really really awesome dad. He is kind and thoughtful and way more patient than me.
Eddie got pretty lucky.
And so did I.