Alright, let's just get it over with already. Three months, just three: half of a deployment, a quarter of year. No big. Let's just do it.
Really, it sucks. The kids get all wonky and who wants to be without their right hand man? But, c'est la vie. I'll suck it up, for now, since I at least get to talk to him at night.
In other news, Deacon finally had his nine month check up with the much hated Tri Care clinic. I was able to hold my tongue long enough for them to weigh and measure him. At 18 pounds, he's the smallest Baggett, ever. Apparently, he is in the 9th percentile for weight. He is much thinner than the other two beasts (90 percentile for height and weight during the baby year) but still a healthy boy.
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| Don't let him fool you! He army crawls like a maniac but could care less about being on all fours! |
Having John around all week was so nice. I was treated to shopping sprees (oh yeah! plural, baby!) and treats.
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| Turner and John ran in to the Twisted Sister Cupcake van on base today! |
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| Sweet chaos. |
John promised the boys a campout but it's been a little cool outside. So, for our little people that hang on every promise...
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| They watched Wall-E and "camped" with Daddy. |
Let's hope the next few months fly by. I hate wishing time away, but solo parenting is no bueno.
2 comments:
You are my hero. Really. <3
yes they NEVER forget a promise, looks like a fun time was had by all and yummo to those cupcakes!
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