Actually, it's over the river, pass the sewage treatment plant (hold nose), through suburbia, then some woods, back into suburbia and then the airport, but John and I are headed to Grandma & Grandpa's on Friday!
I think I'm starting to dread the airport and plane ride, I only hope I bring along enough to keep John entertained. I took him to Grandma & Grandpa's when he was 6 months old, and he screamed the whole way back from Raleigh to Detroit. The flight attendent actually asked me to take him to the back of the plane. This time I'm afraid he'll have a temper tanturm when he can't get up, or even worse, I'll have to contend with a dirty diaper mid-flight (we had that happen on the pick-up flight a couple of times, none of the airplane bathrooms had changing facilities).
Note to self: Bring m&m's for John. Mass quantities of valium for mom.
Here is John's 2.5 year picture. Isn't he adorable?