Chris left tonight for yet another week away from home for work. He travels a lot for work - and you think I would get used to it. But I don't. I still feel sad when he starts to pack and I still have to blink away tears when I watch him drive away. Life just isn't as good when he isn't with me, with us.
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While Griffin is our family dancer, Brennan is our singer. He is the only one that rivals me for the amount of singing done around the house. He sings himself to sleep at night and awake in the morning. He makes up his own little songs to entertain himself while we drive or if just to amuse himself during the day.
His latest? He sings, loudly, while he goes about his business in the bathroom. You haven't heard anything until you have heard our three year old busting out a tune while going poopie.
Good times in our house. Nothin' but good times.
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