Sunday, March 23, 2008


Shawn left friday morning for new Jersey. As I was getting ready, I heard hammering outside. I wondered grumpily to myself which construction crew in the area was working at 6 in the morning. As Shawn went outside to load up a few things this is what he found. So no overzelous construction crew- just tired, dedicated boy scouts.
Shawn's deployment orders started the day he got home from Maryland and though he had to report most days, we enjoyed the time we had to spend as a family.

On Friday the airport allowed us to use a part of the international terminal to congregate as soldiers and families. Their plane was delayed an hour so we went up and down the elevator with Seth no less than a gazillion times and watched the girls play with the other children. I held it together well until the actual goodbyes were said. Abi did not cry but was very pensive. Maddie was trying not to cry but finally said "Don't go Daddy!" The flood gates then flew open. Seth seemed confused and quiet and then waited for Shawn to come home the rest of the day. The killer came when at the sound of the front door opening and closing, he ran out and said "Daaaddy!" My heart broke.
On a cheerful note, Seth takes brushing his teeth very seriously and then pretends to do mouth wash. He gargles his pretend mouthwash, he swishes his pretend mouthwash with pursed lips and then he spits real spit.

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