He's Home

And the volume just boomed.

Running, wrestling, chasing, squealing.

And comments like:

"Dad, will you fight me?"

and

"Dad, throw stuff at us."


Paul was gone all day, past dinner, at the hospital.

We had a fine, calm day, the boys and I.

It is amazing how Paul excites and riles the boys upon his arrival.


Don't I need to go somewhere?  There must be a group of moms getting together somewhere tonight, dipping into chocolate fondue and talking about their upcoming midwinter vacations on various warm islands.  Moms... Where are you??