Steve has been working a lot, and I am starting to see Morgan act a little depressed about it, actually. He had just worked 32 hours of overtime on his last 48 hours off work, so that means he was pretty much gone 4 days in a row. Then, Sunday morning, he got off work early at 6am, came home, and left again at 8, because he was headed to the hills to show Eric the elk hunting spot. They like to take a peek around before hunting to get an idea of the area, terrain, before hunting season. Anyway, Morgan was very upset to see him go. He's only going for the night, but he's on shift again on Tuesday, which means, except for a peek at him here and there, he's been gone for a week. Morgan loves her daddy and I can tell she misses him. To distract her, we went over to visit "Ahh Beeen" and "baby" for a little while. When she wasn't busy drinking pool water out of a spoon, or pouring cups of water on poor defenseless Raegan's head, she had a good visit, and enjoyed her otter pop too. She learned how to suck the last of the juice out of it, too. That was fun. We were glad for the visit, and the change of scenery. When we got home, she was extra clingy, and we ended up falling asleep on the couch together. It's been a year since we did something like that. This morning she's been hauling around her blankie and not letting me work much. She wants me to hold her. She misses her daddy.... ...