Vacation

We will embark on our first plane ride with an infant bright and early in the morning. I'm looking forward to seeing J's family, but am aprehensive about the flight. Oh, well. Things will be as they will be, and I can't change it. The boy has three teeth - a week and a half ago I was wondering if he would ever get teeth. Now I'm brushing them twice a day. Crazy. Crazy that I'm a parent and I'm not frightened of that status. I guess that's a good thing, huh?

Oh, and I HATE daylight savings. Just leave it alone, you fools!