Blog!...You're It.

So much has been going on for the past week or so that I could've written a blog each day (had there have been more hours in said days). But since there are only 24, those blogs never got written and pictures didn't get posted. I wish I had the time to write and upload and edit at my every whim, but I don't - and who does? Really. 

I'm busy, but not too busy to teach Owen the 'Rule of Thirds'....he's not quite there yet. *smile*

Love left to training, school started for all three munchkins (can I get a "what! what!"), and time didn't stop in order to let me catch my breath, but who needs to breathe - right?!

Life without Love physically here is far from complete - I find myself going to bed early and waking up even earlier. I still wake up expecting him next to me - I'm quickly disappointed. Normally we'd begin our day by giggling and laughing, biting or tickling and exchanging our 'inside' quips before our feet even hit the floor - I miss that. Now I begin mornings by waking and simply laying and thinking about him for a minute or so, roll over to text him a 'good morning' message, brush my teeth and head downstairs for my caffeine fix. *Insert pouty face here*

I'm an organized person. I like order (but I know how to shake it too) so that helps me keep our schedule on track - something that's a MUST for a house with three kids, a moose for a dog, a curious cat, a Daddy gone TDY and Mama juggling it all. So nothing has changed in that regard, but what has changed is that Daddy is MIA (in a sense) and I took for granted being able to 'tag' him 'in' on a situation with the kids when I needed a break.

If it weren't for Legos I'd be one sad Mama - Legos are a source of hours of entertainment in our house.
Owen posed this guy to say (according to Owen) "Come inside, it's breakfast!"

And these kids are hard work (as I've mentioned in a past post) so I need every 'tag-in' that I can get. But that won't come until Love returns. Until then I'll be the one cooking dinner while helping Ethan and Ari with their homework as Owen attempts to ride the dog while shooting Nerf gun bullets at fragile objects (and knocking over several).

Well, he picked the right letters - doesn't that count for something.

I'll get those pictures of the first day of school and our shenanigans throughout the week posted within the next week or so. I promise it'll be worth the wait. Until then, I'll be listening for the front door and hoping to see Love walk through it...and when he does I'll grab him and not want to let go. But eventually I will let go, at which point I'll be sure to tell him, "You're It."