That's right. I left my baby..... overnight..... for the first time ever.
I only had like 6-7 mild panic attacks while we drove away, which I consider a success.
I'm obsessed. I can barely leave Baby Ryan at home with Jared for more than a few hours.
While I was happy to spend some time alone with Jear-bear, I missed my baby!
Everything reminded me of how awesome Cryin' Ryan is.
We were walking up main street and stopped at a little book store. All I could think about was how much Ryan would like to throw everything off the shelves.
At the Wasatch Brew Pub I imagined Ryan refusing to sit in a high chair and running around the restaurant giggling like a serial killer.
It was really weird to sit down at a restaurant without having to get up ever 2 minutes to tackle my baby.
I tracked down the BANKSY graffiti art I wanted to see. I felt so revolutionary. I almost went and bought a Che Guevara T-shirt.
Park City Mountain Resort is where I learned to snowboard. I ditched a lot of high school and college classes to come snowboard in this awesome place. I caused a lot of trouble here.
It felt like I was coming home.
Then, we returned to our lodge for a make-out session..... which may or may not have included naked amateur acrobatics.
Fine, I'll admit it, maybe it was a GOOD thing we left him with my Mom.