baby, please don't go

Harley's father is taking him out for the first time this weekend. At least they're not going far--my folks have kindly agreed to provide 'neutral' ground at their place. And my sister is up visiting for the weekend, which will be good for moral support. I'm dreading the separation anxiety (mine, that is).
Other firsts for Harley: he's now had his first solids--just rice cereal and banana (which he loves) and is beginning to crawl. And I gave him his first haircut the other day. In retrospect I guess that might have been a mistake. But hopefully it will grow back.