In several months, Monsieur Henry and I will be traveling to the Baja Peninsula for a holiday with our friends at the Casa. It's good to have friends with an awesome place in Mexico*. It's good when said friends invite you to join them at their awesome place in Mexico. And it's also good to have a husband who says, "Cool. You gonna go?" instead of freaking out about the cost of getting to the awesome place in Mexico. (The prices on flights to Loreto Bay are somewhat inflexible.)
I'm very excited about our journey south, although one thing I do have to check on is what I'll need to take Henry across the border†. Since we do not share the same last name there may be additional steps I have to jump through in order to leave the country with him. (I've already informed Darr he might have to sign a letter that states it is okay for me to do so.) We'll be going in May and staying for a week. And because we booked the flight right after the invitation was extended - before they can come to their senses and rescind the offer - we're actually traveling down with Megan, Megan's mom, Penny, and Avery. As Megan succinctly put it when she suggested heading down the same day she was going, three adults outnumber two toddlers. More on this later.
*See photo at top right that I "borrowed" from the Smiths.
†Henry already has a passport. He received it at the tender age of four months.