Father is a 12-point Scrabble word, but a 1,778 point guy (A post by Molly)

In our 420 posts we’ve done several tributes to our many worthy family members. However, you’ve probably noticed that one person has successfully avoided significant mention year after year. After many weeks of a birthday cake from 1967 receiving more blog time than this actual person, I decided it was high time he stepped out of the wallpaper for Father’s Day.

Despite his blog obscurity, my dad has been front and center in our family. My dad has given our family a goofy sense of humor, a strong sense of competition, and, most importantly, a mortal fear of poor dental hygiene. As you’ll hear from all of the my siblings and my mother, my dad thinks so highly of dental hygiene that if we’re about to leave the house, we’re drilled no less than three times on the quality, duration, and time since our last tooth brushing. Nothing disgusts my dad more than poor dental hygiene.

Likewise nothing gets my dad more excited than a good old-fashioned competition. In lieu of an actual Father’s Day celebration, every year my dad wakes us all up at dawn on Father’s Day and we run around the neighborhood in his annual Father’s Day Scamper.

If you drive past our house right now, you’ll see a stadium sized Croatian flag eclipsing our house: our family’s way of representing the Croatian soccer team (though only my brother Vinnie  actually watched the game, and we’re not actually soccer fans, but darn it all if we’re not going cheer them on with a flag big enough to be visible from space!)

My dad’s sense of competition is not, however, limited to sports. In fact my dad (like his own dad) is never more competitive than when he’s in front of a Scrabble board. Some of my proudest moments are laying down a truly great word on the Scrabble board while playing with my dad. If I lay down a not so great of a word, my dad is always there to joke and help improve my vocabulary (usually with a long-winded story that ends with a much anticipated “pun”ch line).

This Sunday we’re going to celebrate every one of these hats that my dad wears, leaving the Croatian flag up (because Croatia plays Cameroon on Wednesday), cracking many goofy puns, and, of course ,brushing our teeth until they shine.

My dad and the rest of us lining up for the Father's Day Scamper
My dad and the rest of us lining up for the Father’s Day Scamper
My dad also instilled in our family a love of chubby babies (starting with his own babies),
My dad also instilled in our family a love of chubby babies (starting with his own babies. This is me).
Every time we look at this baby picture my dad always asks, “What do you think that girl is thinking?” My answer is, without a doubt, “Man this guy needs a shave!”
Early on my dad shared his love of chubby babies with me. (This one is my cousin Wilson.)
4 year old Molly was not thoughtful enough to repay her Dad in candy for walking her from house to house, luckily he responded very maturely.
Four-year-old Molly was not thoughtful enough to repay her Dad in candy for walking her from house to house, luckily he responded very maturely.
Together my dad and I became pros and being photographed together. This picture was taken, while we were rushing down Michigan avenue, in thoroughly soaked boots, on our way to a party we were already late for.
My dad and I have become pros at being photographed together. This picture was taken while we were rushing down Michigan avenue, in thoroughly soaked boots, on our way to a party for which we were already late.

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