Last week, after a busy spring at work and a near daily desire to throw my hands in the air and walk out the door by 10 am, we took a glorious week off. Or rather, I took a week off. My husband worked his last two days EVER at his current job and started a week of "unemployment" status before beginning the next exciting phase in his career.
While I waited for him to be off, I had 2 glorious days to snuggle the wee one and pretend to get shit done around the house. Mostly we watched terrible daytime tv and napped together in the recliner. Bliss.
Our vacation started on a Wednesday with a 7-hour ride to North Carolina. Which with a small child and 2 adults in desperate need of caffeine (and by 1 pm, beer) is actually a 9-hour ride. It went rather smoothly, all things considered.
I won't bore you with vacation details, other than to share that we visited a lot of breweries thanks to my dear old dad serving as our designated driver, and we ate a massive amount of sushi/burgerushi (yes BURGER-ushi) at a place called Cow Fish. If you're ever in Raleigh, I highly recommend it. The kids menu comes with a tattoo and their kids meals are served in an adorable bento box!
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| Tattoo #2 and he's not even a year old yet. |
Anyway, come Saturday I realized that somewhere along the way we had lost Riley's wubba. He's not particularly attached to one particular toy or lovie yet, but apparently I am. Because in the course of realizing it was gone and searching for it I nearly cried about half a dozen times. How could we? What awful parents we are! Allowing this precious toy to fall out of the diaper bag. Surely we were destined for worst parents on earth status.
Despite our efforts, which even included searching photo records for the last known wubba sighting, he was sadly not recovered. I hope he's living an exciting new life somewhere in Raleigh. Maybe he's the new mascot of a brewery, hanging out at the bar. Luckily, a new wubba arrived a few days after we got home, thanks to some savvy amazon prime ordering during the drive back. All is right with the world as far as Riley is concerned, but I'm still a little bit sad. I blame Pixar.
