Missing the Beanie Baby

I say this a lot, but I really don't know how parents do it.  The whole leaving their kids behind for a few days/five minutes/five seconds.

As I sat on my 6:35 AM flight (Mr. Sun looked at me and said "you craaaaayzaaaay" and went back to sleep) to Las Vegas this morning, all I could think of was one thing.

ONE THING. Was it breakfast? No.

Was it the fact that I was already awake by 4 in the morning getting ready with my eyes half open as I sloowwwly brushed my teeth? Nope.

My thoughts were on a four-legged, in-need-of-a-grooming-she-looks-like-a-hot-MESS furball named Kona. I left my baby for the weekend at my parents house as I met up with my husband and family to celebrate our niece's graduation. (Go class of 2012 and congratulations to Meilani!)

As fun as this weekend is sure to be, I'm already missing the puppy-kid. Oh, I hope she's entertaining herself ok while we're away and not missing us too much.