My Dad and his amazing wife are here with us for the weekend, and it takes me right back to my first trip home after Pia was born. Max was 2 1/2 and she was 7 or 8 weeks old. I was not working, but Ed was so I went home for a couple of weeks with the babies. After it took us 24 hours to get back to California I remember thinking "Man that was hard", but looking back I wouldn't trade those memories for anything in the world.
Max at Carabelle Beach
Pia meets Nanny - still my favorite photo EVER
3 trips to Urgent Care confirmed that these were bug bites, not Chicken Pox
Cruisin' in Granddaddy's shop
Playtime with Nana Lana
Big Boy's first trip to St. Marks Lighthouse
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