I got home yesterday from a 10 hour trek back home from San Jose, counting my connecting flights and delays. I barely made my connecting flight in LAX and didn’t even have time to grab some food to eat. FYI - the boxed lunches they sell on the airplane are awful - I got 100% of my daily sodium intake in that one meal thanks to the baked cheese and roast beef jerky. At least I was able to bring a water bottle - though I paid a ton for it since we could only bring drinks bought in the terminal. Also, I was able to bring my lipgloss and lotion (I always get so dry on flights), but they were about to take it away because it wasn’t in a ziplock bag. Fortunately this kind woman in line next to me had an extra one and gave it to me.

Anyway, I was itching to get home. By the time I got there, Dave and Benjamin were already sleeping. I had to restrain myself from waking Ben-a-roo to play with him. I just laid down next to him and watched him for a couple minutes before falling asleep myself.

He woke up at around 6 in the morning. He didn’t cry, he just shuffled around a little and made some squeaks. I watched him and he brought up his little head, looked around, saw me and smiled. I just about melted and all the anxiety about him forgetting me and me having to re-introduce myself to him disappeared. He was so adorable…it’s so hard for me to leave him and to be so far away.

It sucks, though, because I’ve brought back a cold with him. I don’t want Ben to catch it so I’ve been keeping my distance and avoiding my little baby kisses, which is pretty tough to do.

So I’m home for another 4 days, enough time to catch up with my little guy and make sure he hasn’t learned too many tricks while I’ve been gone. He’s already at the point where he can hold on to his bottle on his own…that is, until he gets board and decides to let go.

Ahh…it’s good to be home!

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