A little under the weather.

In my attempt to not admit I am sick, I keep saying that it is my allergies. I don't know. I'm pretty sure Millie has a full blown head cold or something going on. I gave her some benadryl tonight, just in case it is her allergies too and it should help her with the congestion.

Millie sounds rough. I almost don't want to take her to school tomorrow, but it is her week to have snack. I will see how she is doing in the morning.

In an effort to help us all feel better, I decided to make split pea soup with bacon and homemade croutons.

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Your dad has been bringing me bread from Panera, so I used some I had in the freezer. They made some really wonderful croutons.

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I think I ate half of that before dinner. Then begs the question, why am I buying that disgusting stuff in the bag at the grocery store?

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The cast of characters for the split pea soup. Peas, shallot, chicken stock, water, heavy cream, S&P.

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The final product. If anything, it will scare away the sickness, right? I thought it tasted pretty good and the girls ate it too.

Millie sang happy birthday to my mom today and it was really very sweet.

I had a conversation with Autumn today. She asked me if you were going to be gone for a few days. I told her no, you would be gone for a long time. She started crying. She says she really misses you. Later in the day she asked me if Spider house grandma moved away. I told her no and asked her if she was worried about her grandma and she said no. I told your mom about our conversation so she talked to Autumn on the phone and decided on Grandma coming over for a visit tomorrow.

In other news,

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Angie is working on a little something for Miss Millie. I'm so excited!!

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This is a picture that I just received tonight. I just know that Millie is going to LOVE it!!

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Autumn all ready for school this morning. She also thinks you should give the Jeep to me. Just saying!

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Miss Millie squinting because I had her glasses in my hand.

We miss you. I cannot wait for you to come home.

Your current wife and favorite airman. xoxo

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The count: 59 days of crying for you.

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