Instagram is my new favorite weekend social media site. I don’t have much time for it during the week, but on the weekends, I love a visual peek into other people’s lives. I’m nosy like that.
One of my favorite bloggers, Heather, recently issued a challenge to pick one day and Instagram a new photo every hour as a sort of “Day in the Life” project. Since Father’s Day was coming up, I thought it would be a cute way to document the day. Plus, I love a good photo challenge.
First thing in the morning: Dressed to support Daddy’s favorite team! (We won’t talk about the yelling and “Nooooo”ing that occurred when I buttoned this on him.)
Mike’s Father’s Day cards and homemade gift from Ryan. It’s a paper tie. But I’m sure that was obvious.
Mike chows down on some corned beef hash breakfast at our favorite local diner. We know how to party, in case you haven’t noticed.
The best gift I could think to give Mike for Father’s Day was to tell him he didn’t have to change any diapers all day and that I would do the grocery shopping, which is usually his chore. Of course, Ryan foiled that plan by conjuring up a massively gross diaper while I was out grocery shopping and Mike was forced to change him. It’s the thought that counts?
Playing outside! I should have gotten a photo of the meltdown that occurred when we went back inside.
The best meltdown cure? Cleaning! He went into the laundry room, grabbed this, came back out and started dust-mopping. If only I could get him to stop dust-mopping the rugs, we would be all set.
Perhaps the most exciting moment all day — breaking in my new Kitchenaid mixer to make Mike a Father’s Day cheesecake. I didn’t know I could love an appliance this much.
I do a lot of this on the weekends. It seems that no matter how many times you wash sheets, they have a way of getting dirty all over again.
Grilling up some steak, baked potato and corn on the cob for dinner. Please note the enormous can of beer I bought him for the occasion. Another bonus of me doing the grocery shopping.
Marathon that I may or may not have watched.
Skyping with Nan and Pop.
Playing “Couch Cars.”
Playing “Bath Cars.”
Once Ryan was in bed for the night, we busted into this bad boy. It must be said that I totally outdid myself with this concoction. Creamiest. Cheesecake. Ever.
So there you have it: our Sunday in a nutshell. It was a fun exercise and it forced me to really evaluate whether I was using each hour, each moment to its fullest potential. (I am proud to report that I limited myself to just two episodes of My Big Fat American Gypsy Wedding instead of five. Not that I wasn’t tempted to keep going. Love those gypsies.)
If you’re into Instagram, follow me @phasethreeoflife. And please leave me a comment with your name so I can peek in on your weekends, too!