So...my son talks in his sleep apparently.

On Sunday, when Brennan and I were recovering from the flu, I decided we should lay down together so that he would actually go to sleep and not play in his pack-n-play. While sleeping, he did a little "arf, arf". I thought how cute because we had been watching "Dr Doolittle" earlier in the day, and Brennan kept pointing out the "doggie". Then, last night, shortly after Shannon and I laid down, we heard Brennan distinctly say "Daddy?" like he was looking for me. It was unbelievably cute yet heart wrenching at the same time. Even in my son's dreams, I'm not always around. You know, there are drawbacks to being a pilot and the life I lead sometimes.