Daddy's home

It has been hard on us, not having H around for the last month, but it has been the hardest on the littlest, because she doesn't understand why. She wakes up in the morning asking, "Papa? Papa?" She wanders around the house calling for him. She hands me the phone and says "Papa, Papa."

But today, she was in luck. He came home early and was there when she woke up from her nap. And he basically had to hold her until she went to bed at night. She is a daddy's girl--all the way. And I know he was tired and really just wanted to crash, but he was home, with his babies, so he read stories and tickled, ate popsicles in the mosquito infested yard, and even got in Annabelle's "clubhouse."

He's snoring now, though--it's a wonder you can't hear it through the computer.


"Book, book"




Paletas on the deck


Come inside, it's fun inside



Papa tickles are almost as good as grandpa's, according to Annabelle.