In which The Smush shows off his skillz.

I know, it's a shameless video of my kid. But in it, he's doing what I never thought he'd do. Ever. So please, humor me and watch it. And the strange object in his hand? The bait toy. If you've ever taught a kid to walk, you know exactly what I'm talking about. And if you haven't, you can probably infer as much.

And sorry he's not wearing any pants. I know that bugs some people, babies not wearing pants. I, for one, like when his chunky legs are exposed so I can squeeze them whenever I feel like it. And while doing so, I sing a little song that goes, "Chonky wegs, chonky chonky!"


Oh yes, Internet. I just admitted that.

So, on Wednesday, we lovebirds, meaning the Dillster and I, are gettin' outta here. Taking a six-hour flight across the U.S. of A. Going to a wedding and lots of monuments and museums, including this one which I am particularly stoked about. I mean, hello, a whole museum dedicated to the very subject I majored in. Winning!

I'm kind of nervous for this adventure, though. Confession: I've never been separated from my kids for very long. Like, I believe in babysitters, no denying it, but ... overnight is a different story. Bubby's slept in a different place only a handful of times. Smush never has. So. It could be interesting. Mom, I know you're reading this, so I'll just say, Buena suerte! Hopefully you haven't forgotten what tantrums are like.

Hope you miss me lots, Internet. You'll be rewarded with a whole slew of pictures when I return!