At around 4:00 Sunday, there was a knock on the door and the girls ran to it screaming about daddy being home. The poor man was mauled (literally) by three girlies! Even yesterday Savannah insisted he take her to school and then came bursting in this afternoon demanding to know where he was - I don't think she let him out of her sight all day. We're just glad he took today off to be with us after his long hunt (gone since Thursday evening).
The whole time he was there he only saw one spike and didn't even have a shot. Word amongst the other hunters was that not many people were really successful except maybe all the people out making noise and cutting down Christmas trees (why can't they issue those tags for after the late hunts???) . So despite the lack of the thrill of the kill, he still got to be out in the woods and that can refresh anyone's soul. If I didn't have such littles, I would have been up there enjoying the woods too.
This girl was just as excited as her sisters - she kept crawling over to him and insisting that he hold her (despite the fact that he was grungy and stinky) - you can tell she's excited by her face!
The best part of Nate's return?
#1 the shaving party - the girls were so excited to watch and I'm excited to not be married to scratchy Jeremiah Johnson anymore. and #2 - I didn't have to sleep alone! (see previous post!)