
We're on our way home now. We left two weeks ago for Victoria to visit Matt’s parents and to drop Henry off. Gram Mellie and Grandpa Bob kept him while I went on another business trip with my honey bunny. Matt had some work to do for a few days at this 5 star resort in Arizona. I couldn’t let him go there alone, so I tagged along, lounged by the pool and visited the spa. We stayed through the weekend -- caught a movie, shopped and enjoyed being babyless. We missed Henry a bunch, talked about him a lot and couldn’t wait to see him.

Our mini-vacation didn’t end there. We headed back to Victoria to get our little guy and hang for a week at the Bryarly Spa and Resort. Their fabulous new house in the country is situated on 10 acres full of oak trees and wildlife. (Including a guinea named Sirus.) It was like going from one resort to another. Except this second resort was a little more labor-intensive with Henry, painting and getting the house in order before 20 or so people arrived on Thanksgiving day.
Henry was beside himself pretty much all day. His bottom molar was coming in, so he cried a lot and wouldn’t eat anything -- not even turkey.
About the only thing that calmed him down were ice chips, but that made his gums bleed. So we took him next door to see the cows. He forgot all about his teeth.

