Reece went to Vegas with one of his good friends last week for what he proudly describes as "the biggest nerd conference in the universe" -- CES.
He and some other MBAs created a "consulting" company -- appropriately titled "Zoobietech" -- in order to get in.
It was kind of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him, and he definitely deserved the break.
Plus, he got in some good manly male bonding time, which is always rad.
The kids and I kept ourselves busy with play dates and outings in order to avoid going stir crazy.
We went to "The Chocolate" with the Carpenter girls for a little afternoon tea party to celebrate Reilly's birthday.
We went to story time at the Provo Library with a group of our BYU friends.
The puppets terrified Lola at first, but she warmed up to the idea in the end.
We went shopping.
That'll teach daddy to think twice before leaving us again.
Except that we didn't actually spend any money.
We played a lot of dress up.
We paid a birthday visit to Cindy and cuddled sweet baby Phoebe.
My babies were very good to me during the four days their daddy was away.
Heaven bless them for that.
But on my last night as a temporarily-single mother, after a few tantrums and very, very little sleep, I found myself devouring the following atrocity at 12:30 a.m.
Reece is never allowed to leave me again.
My arteries depend on it.
We are very, very, very glad to have our Reecey home.