Coming Home

Knut really hasn’t been gone that much yet for planting season.  He’s only missed a few bedtime prayers here and there, and a few suppers here and there.  With all the rain, I don’t think he’s been gone all that much as he could have been.  There’s only been a few days open to push “hard.”

The kids have a very different opinion on that and have started clobbering him the moment he walks in the door.  

I’m trying not to take it personally.

 

 Solveig is usually first in his arms as she runs for the door as soon as she hears the door to his truck shut.  Elias is normally next.  The older two get so engrossed in what they are doing, that they normally come running only when they hear his voice.

I think he has to eat in his car more than the other guys because his lunch breaks at home are normally spent untangling himself from the web of arms and legs wrapped around him.

He’s a good daddy.