I do not travel as often as I used to, but was pondering this question lately:

When on the road travelling I often find myself sleeping on some of the worst beds in existence. When this is the case, even though I have the bed to myself, I often cannot wait until the night that I can crawl back under the covers and sleep in my own bed. I know that usually the same thoughts hold true for Colleen.

But, what about Avery? When we travelled this past weekend was she thinking “I miss my crib, oh, my luxurious crib”?