We put our favorite guy on a plane this morning. Nolan cried because he couldn't come along, then cried because we didn't stay long enough at the airport to actually see Jon's plane leave. We all had a similar vibe.
Three cheers to our fun-lovin, fearless leader.
Who else would be a good enough sport to host all these zany parties with me?
And ain't nobody ever pulled off a red cowboy hat like him.
Napping buddies.
Almost every night Noey gets out of bed at some point to sleep on the carpet. I'm starting to think it's just so he can be picked up by strong arms and get to talk to his daddy one last time before the morning.
He makes the daily grind and juggle look easy. Tearing it up at work, adored by kids (both Seth and Ollie have separately expressed their guilt to me for liking dad better-lol), and still rockin date night.
Love you to the moon, babe!
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