It's going to be a long week. I hope I'm wrong, but, I have a sinking feeling I'm right. The husband is in Poland, and Kate is NOT happy about it. He hasn't even been gone for 24 hours yet, and she woke up today with Daddy on her mind. As soon as I lifted her out of her crib, the "da DAH" anthem began. The chanting got faster and faster (and louder and louder), and by the time I was finished changing her diaper, she was crying hysterically for her daddy. How on earth do you explain to an 18-month old that Daddy won't be home for a week???? It's heartbreaking to watch her run from room to room, pointing her little finger as she looks for her number one guy, and then crying as she realizes Daddy isn't in any of the rooms. We may not survive this, and I'm really wishing I could push the fast-forward button so Friday could just get here already.

Despite the drama, the girls did give me one of those sweet-heartwarming-I d0n't want to forget this kind of moments this morning. We were in the basement, hanging out (more specifically, I was on the computer and they were jumping around like little spazzes). Things got a bit quiet and I looked up from my typing to see the girls sitting on our ugly Ikea chair together--Julia had her thumb in her mouth as she clutched Lovey, and Kate had both arms around her lil' sis. It was truly a sight to behold, they both looked so content (rare these days!). Of course, I went to take a pic, and my camera battery had no juice! I hope that's a sign that they will be BFF, just as I want them to.

I already miss Scott, and did something so incredibly stupid last night.......yeah, I do stupid things all the time, but this one really took the cake. I thought it would be a good idea to indulge myself with a pay-per-view and watch some sappy kind of chick flick. I ended up renting Premonition, starring Sandy Bullock and her tinylittletank*. For those of you who haven't seen this very lame movie, Sandy's hubby is killed in a car accident and she time travels to try and stop it. It doesn't work and he dies anyway. These are not the kind of things you want to think about when your honey is traveling internationally, especially on the night that he will be in a big, scary plane flying across an even bigger and scarier ocean. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well last night, and am anxiously waiting for the hubby's phone call to let me know he's made it to solid ground safely.

Which reminds me of a funny Scott story.......most of you know that Scott has a bit of the Polish blood in his ancestry. Before he left yesterday, we were talking about his upcoming trip--neither of us have ever been to Poland. I spoke w/a girlfriend yesterday, and it turns out she was recently in Poland for a business trip. As I was relaying her impressions of Poland to Scott, he looks at me and says the following:

"Well, Poland's a lot like Ohio, it's not impressive but it's where I'm from." (Insert laughter spewing forth from me old belly).

Me: "What do you mean, it's where your from? You grew up in Cleveland. In OHIO."

S: "Well, I may have grown up in Cleveland, but Poland is my home. Just like Cleveland."

He really seemed to believe he was returning to his native land, like he was some Polish refugee that had been uprooted and trapped, forced to live in a place that he didn't really belong.

Aww, Scottie, if you're out there reading this, that logic of yours, as convoluted as it may be, is one of the things I love the most about you. You say such bizarre things, but you say them with such conviction that they *almost* make sense.

Signing off for now.....heart hug.

*For those of you who don't celebrate the entire collection of Sandra Bullock, start watching her movies. If you can find one where she isn't wearing a teeny tiny tank top, I will give you a million dollars. Seriously, I think she makes it a contractual clause that if she's going to accept a role, she'll only do it if she can appear in the majority of scenes in her ttt's (teensy tiny tanks). It's weird.