I'm laughing smugly in my quiet home.
When I told a friend Ted was taking Hudson on a three day trip this weekend, leaving me home alone with Scarlett, she responded with "woohoo" for me and bid my husband "bonne chance."
He needs the luck!
Below, a brilliantly written e mail from Ted to me, after he and Hudson landed in New York this morning, where they're visiting family.
Here's what you need to know before you read:
I stayed home because I'm tired and wanted a "free" (only one kid, the easier kid!!) weekend.
Ted's mom Elaine is accompanying my boys on the trip.
We forgot - until minutes before Ted and Hudson left this morning - that we need a notarized letter from me permitting Ted to take Hudson out of the country. So, I wrote one by hand on a sheet of scrap paper.
Ted forgot to bring along a pacifier (yes, my son is addicted to his paci. A lot more on this in a soon-to-be-written post) and, panicking, bought a sub par sub when he got to the airport. "Oh my god, we don't have a paci," Ted said over the phone, about 10 minutes after his car pulled away from our house this morning. "Good luck!" I said.
Grandpa Louis, is Ted's beloved, deceased Grandpa Louis.
This e mail is in response to one I wrote asking: Are you guys there yet? How was the flight?