Home Again, Home Again

Andy was gone for eight days.  Tollie learned at least three new words, avocado and kangaroo and STOP, and slept overnight in his own bed only once.  Tucker tackled dozens of construction projects, taking apart an old boombox and putting together a pretty fancy tool belt.  In addition to at least ninety-nine worm digging expeditions and in between conducting living room symphonies, we made several trips to the pool and visited the zoo, rode laps around the block and looked at lots of library books on the front porch.  I'm certain I gave more than a million baths.
There are legions of people who parent singly, mothers who aren't strangers to doing breakfast through bedtime alone, and we didn't encounter any challenges a bit of chocolate couldn't fix.  But we're all three very glad to have him home.