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pic of the day: day 28
only a rare few climbers have ever successfully summitted
mt. mommy, but john's determination pays off.
his climb was done without the aid of oxygen.

sometimes, i forget.

i forget that i can no longer pack 8 hours before i get on an airplane to go on a trip. i forget that one little carry-on bag will no longer hold everything i need for a long weekend. (i forget that i can't hit snooze 4 times and still expect to get everything done in the morning.)

i guess when you spend 29 years NOT packing for a baby, you have lots of practice not-packing-for-a-baby. so tonight, i will go home and pack ... lots of stuff. thank you, southwest airlines, for allowing me to have to free checked bags. i will need them!

we're heading to gigi and great grandpa's house in florida this weekend, for passover*. it will be tons of family jammed into a little 3-bedroom condo. and it will be fantastic! and john will have lots of people to play with. and lots of little hippos** to avoid breaking. we can't wait ...

* my mom's side of the family is jewish, and we celebrate passover whenever we can get everyone together that's close to the right time of year. we have a seder on a saturday night, regardless of what night of the week actual passover falls on. so yes, i know this trip is not technically for passover, but it's our family's passover so that's all that matters, ha!

** my grandmother (john's gigi) collects hippos of all shapes, sizes, and materials. some are breakable. but gigi is clever, so i would guess only the squishy non-breakable variety will be available to little hands.
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