eastward bound

Long story, short: Anna and Ben traveled to Richmond, VA Wednesday morning to visit with their long lost friends Kristy, Adam and their (somewhat) newborn son, Emerson Rose. That means that day three is slowly coming to a close, the trip is halfway over, and I am ready for them to come home. Of course I spent these past three days battling the stomach-flu (you mother-f***ing flu), but at least it happened while Ben was away. I can only imagine how it would feel to a baby (if you can still call our thirty-some-odd-pound 11-month-old a baby).

Anna said that the flight eastward was easy as cake as Ben slept most of the way. He thoroughly enjoyed the airports (which is more than any of us would ever say) and so far is enjoying the Rose’s establishment, including Emerson’s room and crib. It’s Ben’s first trip via jet-stream and first time outside CST (it’s hard to believe that we’re still counting “firsts” after all these months).

I don’t think I’ll recognize my boy by the time he arrives back in Chicago, especially at the rate he has been acquiring these new tricks lately. I just hope he still recognizes me. Anna said he was trying to wink at Kristy’s parents (Why? Because it made them laugh, that’s why), but somehow I think he has a way to go to get that particular trick down pat (hell, I can’t even wink without contorting my whole face like a constipated ape).

Oh well. Maybe the weekend will fly on by and Monday evening, along with my beautiful bride and bountiful boy, is just around the corner. The way I see it, I have two straight days of sleeping-in, which is about two more days of sleeping-in than I’ve done in a very, very long time. Problem is: when the house is full, it’s just nicer sleeping.