Day 2,917

The Best Mornings are Always With Papa Bear

My Daddyyyyyy. 

He’s home. Ah, he’s home. It just makes us so happy every time we get him back. And especially the morning after, we can’t help but squeal with delight that the ol Papa Bear is in the cave he belongs. 

We got to enjoy Dad a lot yesterday, as his stretch time wasn’t until 4 in the afternoon. 

So, we played. And he threw all the kiddies in one at a time. Over. And over. And over. And over. 

Eventually, he decided that the high flying jumps weren’t good to end on, and so, he started flipping them. ALL of them. Including our two year old. 

She loved it. 

And he liked it so much, it gave him the courage to so serveal back dives by himself odd the ledge of the pool. Atta boy!!!

We are (at the little) home and we are good. Truly.