Last night I came home after a seven day vacation: First Chicago for Blogher, then the after-party in Portland, my favorite city in the world.

A week is a long time to be away from one's child and even though I had the best time in all of forever, it is a relief to be with Archer again. I almost forgot how gorgeous he was. I watched him sleep for about twenty-minutes shaking my head and whispering sweet-nothings in his perfect widdle ears.

We're back in Los Angeles now for about two hours before we hit the road with my Nana in tow, and head north up the coast to my cousin's wedding. Unpacking suitcases just to re-pack another is annoying but such is life on the road.

I have never driven so far with a baby, let alone a baby and a Nana and tons of dresses and suits in plastic sleeves. I'm wondering if I might have been crazy to suggest such an adventure. Road trips have always been my thing but with a two-year-old? Hmmmm. Good looks don't necessarily mean, good at sitting in a car seat for hours and hours at a time. Even with Nana to entertain in the back-seat.

Happy trails? Goddamnit, let's hope so.

Edited to add: My Nana, who we call "Nana the Banana" just showed up to the house ready to set off on our adventure and I opened the front door to this:

"Nana the Banana, here!" She said. "Ready to hit the road."

I think that yes, this will be a happy trail.

Stories to come... 

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