When it came to Father's Day, we made a weekend out of celebrating.
Things got started in Greenville on Saturday morning. Daddy and Jeremy played golf Saturday morning, and on their way out to Furman, the boys, Mom, and I joined them at Stax Original. As we walked out, we met a very sweet Greenville County Sheriff's Deputy, who offered to introduced Jones and Freddie to his dog. Of course, they accepted his invitation. Not surprisingly, they LOVED Mac.
From there, Mom, the boys, and I went to Greenville's Saturday Market. It was awesome. I have really learned to love living in Western North Carolina, but spending time in downtown Greenville makes me wistful for the Upstate and all of the opportunities there.
BIIIIIIIGGGGGG sigh.
Some of the highlights of being downtown was landing up on candy at Mast's General Store and watching the demolition of the Greenville News building. They boys sat ENTRANCED for probably twenty minutes as this giant claw machine tore apart - literally chewed it up - the parking garage elevator shaft. 
After naptime, we all played in Mom and Daddy's pool. Jones LOVES the way Pop throws him in the air, and Pop hit his exercise quota for the month doing it over and over and over again. Freddie preferred the safety of a "ship." He mostly floated all over the pool, as his fear of the water has gotten pretty bad. I'm not sure what's happened there.
We went home after dinner and repeated the process the next day. We gave Jeremy his presents - including some homemade surprises, courtesy of Clyde First Baptist Preschool! - went to church and then had a big dinner at the Pressleys' house, where the boys also played in their new big, giant bucket.
It was a wonderful weekend with all of the wonderful fathers in our lives.
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