Loving Our Main Man December 17, 2008
Posted by Emily in : Family, Little Man Dallin, Medical School, My Former Dog Children, My Handsome Husband, Princess Hannah , 6commentsDid I mention my husband came home? Because he did!
Hannah is pleasantly surprised every morning when she sees her daddy. She often greets him with the phrase, “My daddy came home!” or “I LOVE MY DADDY!” which happens to be David’s favorite sentence.
Dallin was positive he had never seen David in his life and all the lovin’ David tried to give him was received with a quivering lip from a very loyal-to-his-mother-five-month-old. They’re friends now, but I’m still Dallin’s favorite person and best friend. 
(That’s what happens when you are your child’s food source, comforter, and sleeping buddy.)
We’ve wasted no time since his return. Yesterday, we started potty training Hannah (she’s been running around the house in Dora the “Explore Her” panties) and sleep training Dallin (because I need my life back). Ambitious? Probably. But we truly know our lives will be a thousand percent easier when these things happen. David also found time to make a sweet potato pie, attend a Christmas party, set up a pediatric rotation, and buy fleece for our dog Paris. (Paris desperately needs a coat and because of the way Whippets are shaped, all coats have to be custom made. When I was looking at a site to order her a coat, David saw the design and decided he would rather save the money and make it himself. David has mad sewing and pattern making skills which I am NOT allowed to talk about. Just know that Paris will be stylin’ and warm in her new coat.)
David noted some changes since his return:
Hannah talks in paragraphs. She will say any word you give her (including medical terminology like Pseudostratified ciliated columnar epithelium) and says very funny phrases.
Dallin no longer cries like he used to. He is big, tough, and strong. The kid starts out every morning with 50 push ups. He gives smiles away for free, giggles, and CRAWLS. Yes, you read that right. David was very surprised to see his five months and five day old son, CRAWL away from him. He moves at a tortoise pace, but he moves.
David noticed my jeans fitting a little looser and commented on my minor weight loss. The diet plan I used was called “very-stressed-out-single-parenting-of-two-very-sick-kids.” Paris is also a little thinner. Since Kyaha died, she doesn’t have another food bowl to sneak food from. Before we know it, Paris might look like an actual race Whippet again!
The one thing that hasn’t changed is how much we love our main man. He swore he would never leave again for that long. I’m holding him to it.
