We FINALLY made it back from my grandparents. A five hour car ride there, just so we could endure some high emotions whilst cleaning out my grandparents home. My grandfather got to meet my son. Although neither of them will remember this day (my grandfather is 95 years old and suffers from early onset dementia--and its deteriorating his mind faster than we expected it to) I am glad he got to meet my son. I'll tell of my memory haul in the morning. Until then little piglet and I are headed to bed. Goodnight all.