A Farewell With Arms

The Lumberjack left today for his 9 day long hunting trip.

You have to admit that my post title is super clever!

I am so very proud of it.

Let's have a moment to reflect on how witty I am.

Thank you.

Saying goodbye to the boys . . .

The little boys have no clue that he is leaving.

They think it is just nap time.

Oh, sweet nap time.

Have I mentioned that I LOVE nap time?

The hunting clothes have been packed.

The 4 wheeler and other various manly man things have been loaded.

The truck is loaded with a few essentials.

Gas.

Water.

4 wheeler ramps.

Cables . . . not sure why he needs those.

Maybe to pull his huge kill through the mountainside?

I do not understand him.

Not one bit.

This was my contribution.

Food.

Food is always my main concern in any situation.

Goodbye to a sweet girl . . .

Attention all deer, elk, bears, and whatnot:

Game On.And we're still crying.

9 days is tragic for a 5 year old.

And it does not help when your mother is snapping pictures instead of comforting you.

So, we sobbed our way back into the house and looked at the calendar.

Again.

To try and understand this concept of how long he will be gone.

I told her to circle the numbers.

She just drew circles.

He might come home to check on us on the 13th.

And he will be home for good on the 18th.

All I can say is there is a circle there.

And he better come home.

Or else he will have this:

to deal with.