Jonathan leaves for work every morning, taking Ryan with him to deposit him at Kindergarten. Most mornings, Lauryn gives Jonathan a hug, tells him bye, maybe blows him a kiss if she's feeling particularly sassy, and then scampers of to start working on her morning to-do list. (Playing with dolls...annoying Dylan...changing her shoes 4 times...asking for a snack 142 times...all those things that must be accomplished before lunchtime.)
But once a month or so, as soon as Jonathan is out the door, she decides she really, really doesn't want him to leave. There's much crying. Stretching her arms toward the door. Throwing her head back and weeping to the heavens. Running to the window to watch the car go down the street as she screams "DAAAAAA[sob]DDDYYYYYY!"
Today has been one of those days. It's quite pitiful.
(I'm sure all you mothers of teenage girls are thinking "Just you wait....")
Today, I was woke up by the sound of pounding on the door to our garage, Kyle sobbing, and yelling DAAADDDDYYY. We don't see Mike on weekday mornings, ever, so I don't know why this was the case this morning. It must just be something in the weather here and in Texas!