The Dad Man was welcomed home last night by a crazy excited wee person. Bex darn near tackled Ken to the ground at the airport. It was so sweet. Of course, his plane was delayed and my grand plan of hanging out in the airport restaurant and watching planes land was foiled by the fact that the restaurant isn’t open for dinner. It isn’t open for dinner. What the?? So, Bex and I spent the better part of an hour camped out on the floor eating cheeze-its from the airport store which WAS open. Urgh. By the time we made it home it was over two hours past B’s bedtime and we were all exhausted, hence the daily posting fail. My bad. I’ll make for it with two today. Promise.