The first goodbye

Steven left this morning for his training. His flight left at 6AM. By the time he left, I had been awake more than I had slept, so he drove himself and parked in long term parking, which I think is free here. (It really is just like parking far away at Walmart....our airport is tiny.) Here is Emma last night.

Daddy, don't I fit?

Emma has been having rough nights ever since last weekend. I don't know what is bothering her, but she doesn't want to sleep unless I am holding her. She has never done this before, and I hope it ends soon. I hope I am not 'spoiling' her by holding her to put her down, but there is so much going on right now that I just want her to have her mommy.  (The one night she did sleep good was the night she pooped before bed. And she woke up today with a major poopsplosion. So I definitely think pooping helps.) And if you can't tell from the picture, she seems to be going through a growth spurt. :)