My DS (8 yo) is at Disneyland as we speak. DH and I are here at home (in Washington.
On Tuesday DS got on an airplane, by himself, and flew to California to meet my parents, younger sister, younger brother, and all his cousins for a vacation at Disneyland. My parents paid for all the kids to go, and it seemed like a great chance to celebrate how grow-up and mature he is. A great "big kid" treat just before the baby is born.
Only problem? He is still my baby! I miss snuggling him in my rocking chair (okay so he barely fits around this belly
, but still) and getting his sleepy little kisses late at night.
He comes home tomorrow morning, and I am ready to have him back.
Just watching him get on the plane, dressed in his dockers and button down shirt (his choice), pulling his wheeled suitcase, looking like a miniature business man almost made me cry! Time passes too quickly!