I writing from the Hilton Los Angeles Airport, and my baby is back home in San Jose with daddy. I miss her. During the flight, and in the hotel, I keep seeing things I want to share with her, describe to her — and I am resisting the urge to babyproof the room. But life is incredibly more simple sans baby. For example — going through airport security. Instead of removing my shoes while chasing a toddler through the line (hoping she does not take off through the metal detector — what would they do, shut down the airport?) — going through security is calm and easy. Instead of entertaining a a baby on the floor of the terminal, I was part of regular civilization, sitting in a chair (!) and worked on a project while waiting for my flight. BTW — the project would have taken 60-90 minutes with Gracie around — at the airport, I got it done in 20 minutes. Everyone is so much simpler, not just because Gracie is a handful, but also because she requires so much Stuff — diaper bag, toys, car seat, stroller, milk (and getting that through security!). But I miss her. I woke up at 5 am because I thought I heard her crying. Instead of opening my eyes, I waited for the second cry — and realized I heard a plane taking off outside. Oh yeah, I’m in a hotel. The best benefit of traveling? Daddy, alone home with Gracie, learns to fully appreciate Mommy.
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