A dozen days have passed, and our Daddy is home! It has fascinated me how the balance of life can be thrown off in dramatic and subtle ways by one member of the family being gone.
We're home bodies - so even when Emmy's playing at a friend's house it's weird. Imagine no DAD for 12 Days! That's some serious weird.
We welcomed him home with a bang too. He spent the evening teaching Emmy how to spit:)
One of those things that a Mom could not teach as effectively.
There was positive motives behind this: She simply cannot spit out her toothpaste when she's done brushing. It either kinda dribbles down her chin into the sink or gets swallowed. Just not a strong spitter!
I would call the lessons a success in the making - most of the toothpaste did end up in the sink!
Are you seeing how lost we were without this guy around?
1 comment:
Glad he's home! And very glad that he is around to help with important life lessons :-)
Also, Caleb where did you get that shirt? I love it!
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