Last day with all four of us here. I'm fussing over packing lists and the itinerary and probably driving Ernie crazy. I feel nervous, as though I'm the one going on an epic adventure. For epic it is. Twenty-two days from Illinois to Nebraska to Wyoming to Utah, back to Wyoming then Montana, back to Wyoming to Nebraska to Iowa to home. I'm excited for Leo to experience the west and the mountains. When they are in Ogden, Utah for a few days I think they are going to try to drive down to the little town of Ferron, Utah, where Ernie lived when he was a kid for a year or two, where his mother's grandparents' farm was. I'm trying NOT to assign them too many neon signs to photograph, but it's hard.

The other day I was sitting tapping away at this laptop and, as Owen walked by I asked him if he'd get me some lemon water. He sighed deeply, turned to his father, and said, "Is this what it's going to be like all the time while you're gone? I DON'T THINK I CAN DO IT MAN!" I don't know if either one of us will survive this, frankly, but I will note that he DID get me my lemon water.

Leo, however, will be SO happy. This is what he looked like after his first Big Boy viewing, can you imagine how happy he'll be watching the Big Boy actually running? Sometimes I really miss these little guys, so it's comforting to know they're still in there. Please note: as in most childhood photos, Owen's mouth is open.