Daddy’s Girls

“The first man a little girl falls in love with is her Dad.” ~ Unknown

“Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.” ~ Joseph Addison

Here he is, the proud daddy with his girls. Both of whom have him wrapped nice and tight around their little fingers. They are in every sense of the word… daddy’s girls… both of them.

When they hear the door open early in the evening as he comes in after a long day at work, they run to him with squealing voices:” Daaaaaddy!” and jump into his arms for one of their monkey hugs.

Middle daughter goes to work with him every chance she has. And that new shirt that looks so good on him, middle daughter picked it out. She’s his fashion advisor.

Little one showers him with her little raspberry kisses but won’t give mommy the time of day. Only daddy can wash and brush her hair to perfection. A quick run to the store… she accompanies him. We visit him for lunch, she insists on sitting next to him… always.

My two princesses are daddy’s girls... ever since that first time they wrapped their little fists around his finger. Daddy is the one they fell asleep on and daddy is the one that chases the bad dreams away and protects them through a bad storm.

Daddy is their hero!


Linking up with Bianca at Bits of Bee…

My new hero…the appliance repair man!

A nightmare scenario for any housewife unfolded yesterday in our home. Okay, so maybe that’s a little melodramatic! In the middle of a wash cycle, my washing machine decides to give in and throw an error message. Not too worried, I looked in the manual to find out how to fix it…and got stumped. None of the things the manual suggested worked. After I gave up, hubby took a crack at it, he’s usually able to fix minor and sometimes even major issues. But alas, he couldn’t figure out what the issue was and only managed to flood my laundry room. At least,he tried,right?

First thing this morning, I called our trusty repair man, he was here about a year ago and worked wonders with our dryer, saving us a bunch of money. He showed up when he said he would,always a good sign in my eyes. After I explained what happened yesterday, he took a look and started taking the machine apart, very scary in my mind.

Here’s what it looked like.

Pretty scary,right? He had to go and pick up the part that was broken, the drain pump, apparently. It was full of water (so much for seals)and the drain pipe was completely clogged with sand. I guess, I need to do a better job of shaking out the sand after we get home from the beach. Anyways, he left the whole mess the way it was and took off to places unknown. The only reason, I didn’t freak out about the pieces of machinery lying all over the laundry room and parts of the living room, was because he left all his tools behind. I figured, he’d want to come back for those…he’s a repair man after all and those are the tools of his trade, so to speak.

After about an hour, the good man was back with a new pump, ready to be installed and my machine put back together. I admit, I did have my doubts that he could do it. There were just so many parts. Before, I knew it my machine was back to its former glory and smoothly humming away. Sigh. Thank you appliance repair man for being there in my time of need.

Here it is, put back together, the way it should be.

I know, I have a bit of a problem with my love of household appliances. Hubby always jokes about how excited I get when I get a new “toy”. He doesn’t seem to understand, how all those “toys” make my life run more efficient and smoother, and his dirty clothes cleaner and brighter!!!

Do you have an obsession with household appliances or tools?