I grew up about 100 miles north of where I live now. My husband considers it BFE, I consider it home, no matter how many years I live away from home, it's still marked as HOME in my cell phone. When we went to visit my parents for Thanksgiving, driving into my parents community I was reminded of how much I loved growing up there.
Look at those pretty leaves
Today is the last day of my week, happy "Friday" to me! I'm going up to Big Bear to spend some much needed one on one with my bestie, we thought it would be a great opportunity for Mr. to get some music time in, so we asked my parents if they could take him for the weekend. Usual protocol means that we meet at the In and Out by LAX around 9:30pm (leaving our house at Baby Fox's bed time of 8:30), we usually swap cars so we don't have to switch the car seat from car to car, and all the stuff that Baby Fox requires. So we planned on doing this tonight, wait till bed time, load up the car and leave. Yesterday when we put him to bed, we didn't think that my parents would be so anxious to get him that they would want to drive all the way to our house to drive him back to their house before we even got home from work. When we put him to bed last night, we thought we'd get another evening with him before sending him packing. After the decision was made, we thought, we didn't even get to say goodbye! You bet we went and got him, gave him an extra little hug (or 4 or 5), before telling him Grandpa would pick him up before nap time. Sniff...
Keep reminding myself, he loves going over there, and he's going to have a fantastic time, eating ice cream and pretty much anything he wants for 3 days. On the flip side, now Mr. and I have two nights free at our own house without the baby before I go to Big Bear. What are we going to do? Go sit at a restaurant and enjoy a relaxing dinner of course. Looking forward to that! And then perhaps go buy some gifts on Friday cause Mr. decided to take Friday off with me. Will try not to think too much about how I miss this little face, and think only about how much people love Baby Fox and how he's getting to know his grandparents like I know mine, and one day think of their house as his second home like I did.
Baby Fox watching some cartoons early morning after breakfast with "Bear", "Dog Dog" and "Blanket"