No place like home...

Dear Nicky,

We're back home at last! After a few days of visiting Yaya and Papou, we left New Hampshire around noon today and were back in Jersey at six o'clock. We hit no traffic and we made excellent time thanks to my confident, capable driving. Mom really wanted to see your aunt Sarah, so instead of coming straight home, we went out to Bedminster to Granny's house. Once again, your old Dad had to make a sacrifice. It made Mom happy, and everyone gushed over you, as usual. I had a hamburger and a couple of slices of pie. Mom had some soup or something. You had your formula. We think you're teething these past couple weeks, so we hope that's what's put you off your game when it comes to feeding. You also went to the bathroom really well. We were worried that you were bound up, but you most definitely showed us the contrary. We finally got home at almost nine, and we put you straight to bed. In a few minutes I think I'm going to try to get some more food into you, since you're an entire bottle shy today. Like we need something further to worry about, my beloved little boy.

Love,
Dad