Ok It's Official

I officially miss my children. They have been gone for a week and a half to Grandma's. Today I looked at a picture my daughter colored and longed to hear her tell me she loves me. I went by her bedroom and peered in. I saw her pink bedspread, and her dollies situated neatly along the wall. I saw her little pink TV, sitting on the floor. (Which reminds me, I need to get her something to set it on.)

I went by the two youngest boys' room. I saw all of their Thomas trains strewn about in the toy basket. I can imagine them both making choo-choo noises. Their beds have neetly made, awaiting their arrival.

Wandering into the oldest boy's room, I spy his X-Box laying there waiting for me to fire it up. Except I can't the shitbird took the power cord with him. I guess he doesn't want Dad messing with his games. :)

Looking on the Fridge, I see the Ultra-Sound picture of our newest addition. We're hoping it will be a girl. Actually I don't care what the baby is, as long as it makes it to term, and is healthy. My wife and daughter are really wanting a girl to balance out some of the Testosterone in the house. I'm excited and worried at the same time. I'm excited, because a baby is so wonderful to hold, to smell, and to snuggle with. (I'm going to be a terrible Grandpa one day.)

The worry comes from the fact that my wife could die this time. Apparently he utereus is really thin. If she isn't carefull she could tear it, and bleed out. Since the blood would not be visible, it would be very easy to not know it happened, until the next Dr. appointment. Or, worse.......

I felt the baby kick the other day, and this kid kicked hard! I don't think she's quite 20 weeks, and the kid is kicking like a soccer pro.

Anyways, I miss my kids. I miss their arguing, whining, crying, and fighting. I miss their hugs, kisses, and the way they smell. Except for the youngest, when he craps himself.

I miss the way everyone runs to the door to say goodbye, when I leave for work in the evening. I miss watching everyone come awake when I get home in the morning. I miss having my family close to me. I worry when they are not here. I guess every parent is like this.

My oldest told me a couple of weeks ago, that he wants to go to Annapolis, and become a Naval Aviator. Last year it was Annapolis, and then into the Marines. I am so glad he wants to be a Naval Officer. All my talk about stupid Jarheads payed off. (My apologies to Marines everywhere.)

Ok, I'm done rambling for the night.