The first week of summer was over and we had to head out to turn him over to his father's parents. He refused to eat breakfast before we left, but soon afterwards he found the apples and peach that I had packed for him to eat at this other grandparents home. Peaches and apples are not exactly mess-free, but luckily I had a roll of paper towels in the car. For the most part he kept himself entertained with electronics, such as the netbook (on which he watched movies) and his ipod. But once we got to the meeting point, he decided to take his shoes and socks off so that he could examine his feet. Go figure. Getting back home was a quiet affair and we both were missing him terribly, even though we knew he would be back in three weeks.