[Eight Months Later:]
Caleb yawned tiredly as he came into the house, dropping his keys and bag on the foyer table as he walked past it. Twelve-hour shifts were really starting to drag on his body and mind. As he walked into the living room, his entire demeanor changed; a warm smile lit up his face and he looked as happy as could be - but, he still had bags under his eyes and his body seemed to be dragging slightly as he came further into the room.
Savannah was standing in her walker, and her green eyes lit up when she saw Caleb "Dadadada!" she chanted, slapping her little palms on the tray of her walker as she bounced her way over to where Caleb was.
Noah - now three and a half years old - ran over to where Caleb was as well, clinging to his daddy's leg "Daddy!" he wailed, tears riding down his cheeks and sniffling loudly.
Caleb bent down and lifted Savannah up into one arm and Noah up into his other, standing with both children "What's wrong, bud? Why are we crying?" Caleb asked softly as he gently rocked his body from side to side in hopes of calming his son's pending tantrum down.
Noah sniffled loudly and pointed toward the kitchen "Papa mean!" was all he said before pushing his face against Caleb's neck and breaking down into tears.
Caleb yawned tiredly as he came into the house, dropping his keys and bag on the foyer table as he walked past it. Twelve-hour shifts were really starting to drag on his body and mind. As he walked into the living room, his entire demeanor changed; a warm smile lit up his face and he looked as happy as could be - but, he still had bags under his eyes and his body seemed to be dragging slightly as he came further into the room.
Savannah was standing in her walker, and her green eyes lit up when she saw Caleb "Dadadada!" she chanted, slapping her little palms on the tray of her walker as she bounced her way over to where Caleb was.
Noah - now three and a half years old - ran over to where Caleb was as well, clinging to his daddy's leg "Daddy!" he wailed, tears riding down his cheeks and sniffling loudly.
Caleb bent down and lifted Savannah up into one arm and Noah up into his other, standing with both children "What's wrong, bud? Why are we crying?" Caleb asked softly as he gently rocked his body from side to side in hopes of calming his son's pending tantrum down.
Noah sniffled loudly and pointed toward the kitchen "Papa mean!" was all he said before pushing his face against Caleb's neck and breaking down into tears.
You can lead a horse to water, but cannot force a horse to drink.