Where oh where is my sweet baby leroy?

I love coming home. I really do. I eat yummy food and i play on boats and I get to go to the aventura mall (yes, alli and i realized it is physically impossible for us to take a trip home without paying that mall a visit)

i HATE flying with leroy. ive done it about a million times and each time i hate it more and more. so this time when i came home, i left the little man in nyc with his aunt jenny.

BIG MISTAKE.

i miss that little munchkin way too much. i need him. why isnt he laying in bed with me right now? i know hes having a fantastic spring weekend in the city w/ jenn, but i cannot live without him. end of story.