The journey from fat to fit. Road trip, woo hoo!

Well, we got through the day.  DD9 has been crying on and off all day, in fact is crying in bed now, but she’s getting better.  DD21 and babycakes are in Houston, safe and sound.  Time to resume life.  DD9 won’t go into the family room (where the TV is and her playstation, etc.) because there is baby stuff down there that DD21 left behind and it makes her too sad to see it.  We picked up a web cam and will set that up tomorrow so she can talk to her sissy and neice (DD21 has one already).  Thanks for all of the well wishes.  We’re going to take it one day at a time, and each day will get better, I know.  DD21 has made her choice and is gone, so I’m really trying to focus on helping DD9 get over her sadness, which is so heartbreakingly deep.