Today we picked up the Flat Daddy my husband arranged for us to have while he's gone. It's basically a cardboard cutout approaching life size, but not nearly as cool as I was expecting. I guess I've spent too much time dreaming destruction for my sisters' Edward cutouts . . . This one is only from the head to the upper abdomen, and doesn't even have all the arms at the sides. Kind of lame, but at the same time, it's not nearly as creepy as I'd been expecting. At first the kids were pretty unaffected - probably having more to do with the fact that we had to go to a strange new building to get it. But once we got home, the giggles and excitement ensued.
Yonah kept "taking pictures" of it with my old film camera, and asking (Flat) Daddy if he could smile a little more, and possibly say cheese. Then he'd look at me, grin and giggle something along the lines of "Oh, right. Of course he can't!"
Arabelle waits until Yonah is engrossed in something, and then snatches it away and carries it around, jabbering to it. I guess it's a good thing it's smaller than I was expecting!
All bittersweet moments . . . they miss their Daddy so much, and I really wish that he was home, too. But at least they can feel like he's kind of here.