This one hurt.

It was Fathers Day, we were packing up our house and taking a load up to the new Casa and Travis and I were looking forward to sitting down on the porch at Papa's and Mom's for some bbq and relaxation. But first, a little drama.

Our sweet girl had to trip up on her feet and fall down the outside stairs, where she kissed the pavement with her forehead, cheek and nose.

Yeah, it looks like we beat her up! Dang it! Things were pretty dramatic for about 30 mintues. Then, it was back to normal, for her at least.

So we opened presents, which was pretty cute. Aunt Sheshe and Uncle Geno thought they would be funny and get Travis a new fishin pole. Guess who LOVED it, and has become quite a pro at casting?

I think that was the best fathers day yet. Travis is so proud her very advanced fishing abilities.

HAPPY FATHERS DAY DADDY!

We Love You.