He's Baaaack!

Ian was in London, England last week. After a week of managing the girls on my own, he was certainly a site for sore eyes. Very tired eyes, actually. He got home and within a couple hours he was passed out on the floor and I was asleep on the chair. No big deal? Well, I awoke to the sound of the girls fighting. Yep, we fell asleep on the job- both of us. And of course, Lucy didn't want Harper messing with some toy and Harper was determined to get said toy. Just a small milestone that Ian missed while he was gone- sisterly fighting. Lucy better watch out, Harper is a little monster, she is stubborn, determined and a bit wiley.
But back to the reason I was writing this entry. The girls missed Ian terribly. In fact, he had only been gone for about 3 hours last Sunday when Lucy was told to "knock it off". Really, he hadn't even been gone as long as a day at work and she was pouting and really laying it on thick: "I miss Daddy. Harper misses Daddy. We are so sad. I feel like I want to cry. Harper wants to cry, too. Aren't you so sad, Momma?" The right intentions, just maybe a little premature 3 hours after his departure.
But when he returned there was nothing artificial about the reaction. She had made him a sign, she was watching out the window for his taxi, she was jumping up and down and she was so excited to see him. She just wanted to sit on his lap and take him in.
Harper was a little more subtle. She was having a snack in her high chair and she sort of just smiled and stared for a few minutes. Then she little out the little piggy face we know and love- snorts and crinkled nose and giggles and a big show for her daddy.
And then, we passed out and they got in a fight. Just your average evening around here. Welcome Home, Ian!