flying solo

Dropping Dad'n off at the airport.

Our dada is gone.  He's out of town, far, far away... in Graz, Austria.  It's been less than 24 hours since Ryan left for his business trip and we've had two major struggles in the car seat, blood from a paper cut, one nap and a full night sleep!  I think we'll be just fine for six more days.

This week I'll be posting regularly for Ryan, or Dada as Ruby affectionately calls him.  She's actually graduated to calling him Dad'n recently, which is adorable in her little Ruby voice.  All day she's been blurting out "Dada" and "Dad'n", just pointing out that he's not here.  I know Ruby.  I miss him too.

Ready to go!

The weather is great so we went for our morning walk, as usual.  We saw a couple dogs, one cat and a squirrel and Ruby kept her hat on the entire time!  It was virtually impossible to keep a hat on that child over the summer.  I'm sure the change is simply a  sign of her maturity, intelligence and keen fashion sense.  She is one afterall.  All grown up.  (I honestly think she likes it.)

Digging through a box of old dvd's and books

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It's going to be fun trying to capture every funny moment this week - there are literally dozens every day.

I'll do my best, OK Dad'n? 

Caught in the act.