Leavin' on a Jet Plane

Bret and I head out today for a quick trip to Boston; the problem is that since we are leaving a recovering baby Grant with grandparents, it doesn't seem like a quick trip. It seems like FOUR LONG NIGHTS away from baby!

We've left Grant for many a date night, many an overnight, and let's not forget that he hangs out with grandmothers every morning as I head off to work. But, this is different. This is four nights, a thousand miles away, at the tail end of Grant being really sick (don't think for an instant that Grant's little vomit escapade at the viewing was his only episode). The kid is still drinking pedialite, and I'm skirting off to have a merry, married weekend. Let's just say that saying goodbye to him this morning wasn't easy. There were tears. Lots of them. Not from the baby.