For my birthday, Bobbie Jo surprised me with a trip to a Tiger's game. She secretly arranged it with four of my friends, and booked us an awesome room in Greektown. Her parents graciously watched Max for the weekend, even though they are in the middle of a huge remodel.
One of the guys wasn't able to come, as his wife went into labor the day before (their third child and first son-Samuel). The Tigers lost 10-1, a guy 20 rows behind us died from a heart attack during the game, and we each lost about $200 to the Greeks. But the weekend away was much needed, and we had a blast.
When I arrived at Grandma Sharon and Grandpa Steve's to pick Max up, he was fast asleep in his grandma's arms. I was glad to capture such a great shot of Grandma and Grandson.