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Father-Daughter Weekend (Survived It, Too!)

This past weekend was a nice time for "G" and I to spend some time together. No, that's not she and I on the beach...just seemed like a nice, relaxing picture of a dad and his little girl. :)

Mommy went to Mississippi to catchup with some girlfriends from church. She left Thursday morning (4/3) and came back Sunday (4/6). She had a great time...but had a rather tornatic weekend:


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What a weekend to pick! Actually, the scary thing is that the damage is described as worse than Katrina. But in reality she "blew through" Jackson having already mortally scarred the coast. These were direct strikes by mother nature to Central Mississippi.

So, Thursday I worked from home and G went to daycare a.k.a "school" at USDA. She enjoys the place. G went to Poppy & Grammy's to spend the night. She had fun with them on Friday and then we met for burgers at 5 Guys (the best burger joint around). Saturday morning was all about cinnamon rolls and cartoons, lunch, nap, going to Lowe's and helping me at the storage unit, some Taco Bell, bath time, bunch of Bugs Bunny episodes, and bedtime. A really good day. We had a ton-o-fun that only cost some Taco Bell. ;)

I had to post the pic of her at right doing "cheerleader hands" at the NCAA Women's Basketball 1st & 2nd Rounds. What a cutie.

Sunday was church, lunch with Poppy & Grammy, nap, and picking up Mommy from the airport.

Wow, Georgia's growing up so fast. Seems kinda silly to say since she'll be 4 end of July...but then there was a time I couldn't imagine a child in our life. Now, I couldn't imagine life without her.

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  1. AnonymousApril 11, 2008 at 3:34 PM

    Kim just sent me the link to your blog...which I never could remember how to get into it but now I've earmarked it.
    We all thank you for your fatherly duties this weekend!:)

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