The Kid's uncle (and my brother in-law) shipped out last weekend for another fun 15 months in the sand. Seems like he just got back. At least he'll have those shiny silver oak leaves by the time he gets home. My sister is home with the 3 kids, and (no offense to her) is stronger than I ever thought she could be. I mean that in the nicest way. She is a living embodiment of the old saw: "God never gives you more than you can handle."
In order to see him off in true familial fashion, I decided we needed a picture of the Kid holding a sign wishing him well. She's 7 months old. How hard could it be? Thank heavens for the inventor of the digital camera and the affordability of the a 2 GB memory card for said camera.
I took 44 shots, and this one is by far the best. In case you can't make out the sign, it says:
"Good Luck Uncle Todd".
This was right before she started eating the sign.
So "Good Luck" to Uncle Todd and his comrades. May you be safe, and we'll see you back home when your job is done.