one in Miami, two in NJ

Sunday morning we dropped Mr. Doodlebug off at the airport for a business trip to Miami, then baby Doodle and I drove to my in-laws in New Jersey. Today I put baby Doodle down for a nap in his big boy bed at Grammy and Grandad's house, ate lunch, went to the grocery store, filled the tank with gas (almost $50 to fill a 15 gallon tank), loaded the car, got BD dressed (he was in his diaper and Phillies t-shirt because he spilled -- I mean poured -- yogurt all over his clothes) and drove to a discount wine store on our way to the airport to pick up Mr. D.

You used to be able to pull up to the airline's designated arrival/baggage area and wait for your loved one to come out. I pulled up and called Mr. D's cell phone. He was on his way down to baggage claim, with no actual bags to pick up. During the one minute phone conversation one of about 15 police officers who were hanging around said, "Get movin. You have to circle around." Why are the airport police, or city police, whichever the case may be, wasting their time making people waste gas and add pollutants to the air because their husband will be out in thirty seconds? A great use of gas and police resources! So we made a big circle and Mr. D was waiting for us. If he had been later we would have been forced to pay some outrageous fee to park the car for an hour until he came out.

Our four days with my in-laws were great. Baby Doodle went on the amusement rides at the Point Pleasant boardwalk, played on the beach, went to the Monmouth County library's story hour, which sucked compared to Bala Cynwyd and Roxborough's, played with trains, read books and watched two episodes of Between the Lions.

He is fully recovered from his virus and doing well. It's great to see him back to normal, conversally, it was absolutely horrible to see his spirit so dashed and his personality so weak.