The realization started today

Today was the first day since Sunday that my husband has been home. It's been a long week, a very long week, but we made it through somehow.

Daddy comes home last night and we had a great time. The kids made me hold dinner til he got home around 7:15. We shared dinner, kids got a bath and then had some popcorn with daddy and went to bed.

Today we started to get some of the yard stuff together and into the garage so we don't have to wait until the last minute. We took apart the swingset and got it into the garage and poor Bman took one look at the big empty space and started bawling. Big fat tears rolled down his face. I felt so bad for him. He said he didn't want to move. We tried to explain that by moving daddy would be home every day and that we would be closer to grandparents and all that, didn't matter he wants nothing to do with a move. All we could do then was hold him and kiss him and tell him it would be all right.

Now Tink on the other hand just keeps saying pap pap (my dad) everytime we mention a move. It's funny, he realizes he'll get to see grammy and pappy more often since we'll be 20 minutes from their house but that's all he really understands.