Daddy Don't Go

So it's happened...

The girls REALLY don't want Pat to go to work anymore. Sadly, my part-time photography income can definitely not support the family, so he must go...but they don't like it.

Since they were very little Pat has been the one to get them up in the morning. He goes to get them and I make bottles. He absolutely hates it on the rare occasion they sleep past him leaving for work and he doesn't get to spend a few minutes with them. So when they wake up the yell "DADADAHHH DADAHHHH!!! (they try it during naptime but daddy's not there to rescue them:)

Starting last week they get really whiny when he says bye to them in the morning. And now they crawl over and hang on his legs, staring up with those sweet big blue eyes. So we thought we'd walk daddy out to the truck to make it better. So he carried them both and I grabbed his lunch and Diet Sunkist.

Well when it was time to go I literally pried them from his arms and they cried as he headed down the driveway. We love you daddy and can't wait for you to get home!!!