Carol, thank you for the tip on our route to NJ! (For some reason I said 278, but I meant 287

) I worked out a route on Google Maps using that way and it actually might be slightly quicker than using 95, even though it looks like we're going out of our way. It also changed my CT route so we take 91S to 15S, which is better than 84 IMO (I know there are lots of accidents on 15, but we don't like all the traffic on 84 in the first place. There were many times that we got stuck in traffic for several hours on 84 when we had to go to our fertility clinic in the early mornings.)
Kirby, that is awful for you, DD, and Little Joe. My parents divorced when I was 2 years old and my mother and I came to CT to live with my grandparents. Starting at age 5, I had to spend a month with my father back in Indiana every year. He and my grandmother there was a piece of work (my father never moved out of his parents' house, even when he and my mom were married). They never had a nice word to say about my family. They wouldn't let me wear my own clothes when I was out there because my mom and grandparents were "rich" and it was reflected in my clothes; I had to wear the various garage sale finds that they had for me. I wasn't allowed to play outside without one of them with me, because the neighbors would come over and "steal" me. My father never took the time off to spend with me, so I ended up going to garage sales all day with my grandparents. My father was supposed to fly out to pick me up, and after the month was over, he was supposed to fly back to CT with me, but it was too expensive for him, so I had to fly alone - yes, starting at age 5. He was so freaking cheap...he paid $25 per week child support, not a penny more, and stopped paying promptly when I turned 21 (in fact, his last check arrived with "LAST ONE" written in large letters on the memo line, with little stars all around it), refused to carry medical insurance on me (despite the divorce decree saying it was his responsibility) or to help pay for college, claimed me on his taxes even though he wasn't the custodial parent, put his main bank account in my name so my mother had to pay taxes on his interest...well, I can't say on the DIS what I thought of him (and still do). The last few years I went out there, I only stayed for a week, because that was all I could take of them. The very last time I went was when I was 14, and I will never forget my grandmother telling me, "I got your mother out of my son's life and I will get rid of you, too." A few months later, my father drove out to CT specifically to accuse me of snooping through his bedroom and stealing some of my own toys (supposedly my grandmother had found me in his room, going through his drawers...a total fabrication). I never spoke to him again. The day before my 31st birthday, in 2005, when I was playing around on the Social Security Death Index on the internet, to see if my grandparents had passed away yet, and I found his name. He'd died 6 months earlier. I did end up talking to his brother on the phone (my uncle - he was the only halfway decent person in that family) to find out what happened, but I can't say I was upset or grieved for him. I went out there in 2006 to visit his grave and honestly...didn't feel a thing. To this day, I say I didn't have a father, because he wasn't one. My "dad" was my grandfather, the one I lived with here in CT. I know this is a long story and it has nothing to do with your situation, I'm sorry

but you're not alone. I hope that times have changed with parental rights and that there is a legal path for your DD to take.
Lynn, I have done the "preheat oven with stored stuff in it," too! And it wasn't a senior moment for me, I was only in my 20s! I'd bought a loaf of Italian bread at the grocery store and put it in the oven so it wouldn't dry out too quickly. I was making an eggplant parm for my (now-ex) in-laws and I turned the oven on to bake it, forgetting that the bread was in there. After a few minutes, I smelled something funny and the oven was smoking. That's when I remembered the bread - I opened the oven and not thinking, I grabbed it with my bare hands. It was wrapped in paper, which was now completely brown, and I dropped it on the floor. At least it was still salvageable, but yeah, I've done it, too
We finally had a couple of nice weather days here, so I've been at the park/playground around the corner with Josh quite a bit. I learned to take a chair with me, as the one bench there is half buried in the ground and it pitches way forward. Josh gets upset when there are no other kids there, though. He was happy on Wednesday that a daycare van arrived a little after we did, so he played with those kids for an hour or so. He recognized a few kids from his bus, but they were a bit older and one of them seemed to be taunting Josh

Tonight we're going to a Hartford Yard Goats baseball game for the town little league; we hear that they get to do a parade on the field before the game. My DH is taking next week off from work, so we're trying to plan things to do. Hope we can get tickets for the CT Science Center one day - the last time we went was right before Josh's 2nd birthday, when he met Daniel Tiger! Definitely time for another visit!