Waiting for Daddy

After a long 12 days, the day of Daddy's return finally arrived.  It was the longest separation for Elizabeth and Daddy, but she handled it well, except for the few cranky nights where she woke up crying "Dadd-dddy, Daddd-ddddy".  For some odd reason, at nighttime, she calls out for her dad instead of mom.

When Tim left for the States, we dropped him off at the airport and watched some planes fly off in the distance.  I told Elizabeth that Daddy was going on a trip and would be back after a few nights of sleep.  I think she understood that he went away on a plane because every time we heard an airplane pass by our apartment, she called out "Airplane, Daddy!"

Last night, before we went to bed, I told Elizabeth that Daddy would be coming home tomorrow and when she awoke this morning, the first thing she yelled was "Daddy, Come!"  Usually, she is excited to go to preschool, but not today.  When repeatedly asked if she wanted to go to school, she enthusiastically answered with a "NOPE!"  So we ate a nice brunch, packed our bag of toddler goodies and headed to the airport.  We were so excited to greet him that we arrived an hour early.  To help pass the time, we walked around the stores and ate some snacks.  In the pictures below, Elizabeth enjoys her first Cold Stone concoction, strawberry ice cream with almonds and blueberries as mix-ins.

Welcome home Daddy, WE missed you! -S