Well, it's drill weekend again, and MWW just left in his carpool to go report for the next two days.
It must just be season of our life, but I feel like whenever the toddler asks, "Where's Daddy?" I'm always telling her, "He's at work." We were having a conversation the other day about how our house is our home, trying to introduce that word, and Goldilocks kept insisting that MWW's work was his house, and therefore his home (in toddler reasoning, anyway). Yikes.
So, we keep busy. Weekends that he's away, we have some sort of outing, and we make sure that we get up and get moving to church on Sunday. This weekend we are going to a kids-invited Pampered Chef party, and probably going for a ride in the wagon, since Goldi asked specifically about that. And tomorrow we'll spend time with our friends at church, that she asks about daily. And then he'll be home.
I'm sure liking this one weekend a month thing better than the 5.5 consecutive months of absence...
