And all I got was this lousy t-shirt

We're back from Jamaica!  Jennifer, Rebecca, Scott and I went down to celebrate Jenn's birthday, sans Owen.  It was the first time I'd been away from him for more than a couple of hours, and I was terrified that I would ruin everyone's trip by crying the whole time.  But I only cried once - on the night we left.  And even though I did miss him a lot, it was nice to be able to lay around, enjoy uninterrupted meals, and reclaim a little of the spontaneity that life with an infant doesn't really allow.

Besides, I knew he was in very capable hands.  DD and Coach came to stay with him, and they arrived several days early so they could learn his schedule.  Owen was confused and cried a lot the first night we were gone, and DD said he kept looking over her shoulder at the door hoping one of us would walk in, but otherwise he basked in their attention.  And just to make sure we would regret leaving him, Owen chose the 4 days we were gone to begin pulling up and to start waving and clapping on cue.  Curse you DD and Coach for being such inspirational teachers!