Daddy-O

When my boys were little, they called their dad "daddy-o". I loved how endearing it was. They would follow him around and talk and talk and talk.  John was never a thrown in the air, wrestling kind of dad. He was just a sit and listen kind of dad. The kids thrived on that! Now that they are older they have dropped the "o", but continue to follow him around. Fisher hasn't stopped talking since John got home. It warms my heart so much...(Ok, I'll be honest, I MAY be a little jealous because he is monopolizing all of his time...hehe)

Did I mention that since John has been home, he put his fake tooth in my jewelry tin, put his dirty coat on my purse, and put his dirty bag on the bed...on my favorite scarf.  Oh, I have missed him so!!!!