sketchy territory

The Foto Cube booth was broken, so we had to settle for the Artist Sketch booth. Ugh. An automated voice who called himself Rembrandt "sketched" their portrait. He even made a few mistakes in the process, but whipped out his handy-dandy eraser to remove blemishes from the masterpiece. It doesn't get much more pathetic than this, but I had promised.

The readjustment period back into home life is always pretty rough for Canon (and me). Today was especially hard. While I was changing Elly's diaper, Canon managed to color on the walls and carpet with an orange marker, shake a two liter Coke and then throw it on the floor, and strip the blankets off my bed. Alex and I then made the mistake of going out to dinner tonight; it was embarrassing. It's heart-breaking to look in her eyes and not be able to find my sweet little girl.

Also today, I realized Canon has been apart from me nearly a month so far this year. Twenty-five percent of this year she has been away from home. It's hard to define how this makes me feel. On one hand, I truly treasure my alone time with Elly. But on the other hand, I can't believe how much my toddler is existing apart from me.

I'm hoping to feel better when I wake up in the morning. And when I walk upstairs and open Canon's bedroom door, I hope my sweet little girl is there waiting to tell me she took a good nap.