It had to happen... Tim and I were heading to Sante Fe for a weekend trip. Before the trip, we (really me) needed to let Grace spend the night away from us (me). I admit it was a little hard. I never dreamed it would be, but it was. Of course she did perfectly.
Oma Gretchen and Grandpa Danny kept her one Saturday night. I believe this is on Sunday, when we came to pick her up.
I survived. What will I do when she heads off to college? Now I know why my mom got upset when I moved to Texas. It's funny how becoming a parent can open your eyes to understanding your own parents.
After her night away, it was my turn again. Yeah! Our nightly routine is bath and bottle around 8 pm. Tim normally does the bath and we take turns with the bottle part. It's so hard not to talk to her when she's like this.
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