Ugh...the babe is sick and has to go to the doctor before we all get on a plane tomorrow headed West. My Mom, Dad, Zac, and I are all going to Seattle to celebrate Thanksgiving. It's the first time that my extended family on my Mom's side will have the chance to meet Zac, in all of his coughing, snot-nosed glory.
That scene is fun to imagine: Me, handing my pride and joy over to my Great Aunt and Uncle, Him, coughing and crying. Them, quickly handing him back to me, assured that I only procreate sickly children.
Good times, good times.