Memories and I NEED YOUR HELP

Last night I talked to Bestie Bekum who is all a-jitter because her hubby will be home in 4 or 5 days. LUCKY! I sure wish I could say the same- ah well, Charley gets to come home in October for R&R and I guess it isn't sooo far away. Maybe. Crap.

Anywho, the point is that we talked about her hubs coming home. Last night I had crazy dreams about the last time Charley came home. Here is the scene:

He was in Iraq for a year and I had a baby while he was gone. Homecoming also meant he got to meet his little girl for the very first time. It was hot and crowded. Knowing Charley doesn't like crowds I moved the kids to the very back of the room and we waited. Oldest held the sign we spent forever coloring in with stupid fine point Sharpies.

Eventually they let the guys off the plane. This happened.

Daddy, meet Littlest

And then, we were all together again.

We took our Dadda home to this:

Yes, we did make sheep out of cotton balls and paper plates. I know, I know, you are all in awe of my sheep making skills.

The part that's bugging me is I don't have any creative ideas for when Charley comes home this time. I won't have a new punk for him to meet, no more sheep, pretty much BORING. I need to come up with something good. But really, how do you top cotton ball sheep? I need ideas, and I need you to send them to me. Today.

Um, not to be demanding or anything but I need the next 10 months to plan this crap out. Brilliance doesn't happen all at once ya know. Get cracking.