We've got a "thing" for Peanut M&M's in this house.

They can make the world's worst boo-boo suddenly feel just fine and dandy.

They can dry up tears in a flash.

They have been a requirement at each and every Penguins game the Toddler has attended.

They should be present anytime there is ice cream about to be shoveled into a Toddler mouth.

They can be used as an effective form of bribery for pretty much everything (except potty-training--that would be far too easy).

And, the Peanut M&M thing started when Alexis was just moments old. As our new little family was sitting in that tiny little hospital room, Mr. Husband was chomping on a big ol' package of the special candy.

As he watched me throw-up repeatedly from major drug-induced nausea.

Alexis, only your Dad could keep on eating through that massive amount of vomit. I think you can attribute your love of the candy to him.

Happy Father's Day, Mr. Husband!

(And Pappaw! And Grandpa! And other Grandpa! And Pops! And other Grandpa yet! Oh, and other, other Grandpa yet! And that other Grandpa, too!) (Yes, Alexis has a lot of grandparents. A LOT!)