So the girls and I have been sick for...well, forever. Chris has been so awesome at taking care of INCREDIBLY GRUMPY little girls and of me. (Of course I haven't been grumpy. I have been an angel. A sweet, dying, phlegmy angel of kindness.) He's cooked and cleaned and made funny jokes and taken a lot of hits in the face from Jojo (seriously, that girl loves hitting too much).
Tomorrow he starts Army Reconnaissance Course (ARC) and he'll be gone a lot and we will miss him. Who will make us quesadillas? Who will buy us nice quacamole? Who will give us nice long hugs when we feel vomitous? Who will take us on fun outings to the Atlanta Art Museum or to watch raptor shows? By the way, having hawks and buzzard repeatedly skim your hair as they fly super close to your head makes you forget about being sick. (Also, I was really proud of how unafraid my little girls were of having large, dangerous birds swoop around them--proud and nervous. Why are they only afraid of non scary things?) (Also, FYI, Soapy loved the Art museum. Who would have thought a 3 year old would like an art museum? It kind of makes sense though, she loves colors and pictures and she's too little to be freaked out by all the naked people. Also, she really liked stomping loud on the hardwood floor. She also set off an alarm. Oh well.)
So, in conclusion--Chris is the best. We will miss him tomorrow.