It’s been more than a year since Powergirl and I vacationed just the two of us—a huge deal, considering I’m a travel writer and she loves to travel. Our last trip came when she was five months pregnant with L; naturally, we have not gone anywhere together without the baby in the eight months since she’s been born.

That’s all going to change this weekend, though, as we are heading to Las Vegas for a pre-Super Bowl getaway.

We’re leaving the baby with my inlaws, who are delighted to take her. And while both my wife and I are excited at the prospect of sleeping in, eating well, drinking tons, playing poker and answering to nobody but each other, both of us are (understandably, in my opinion) hesitant to be away from L for three nights.

I wouldn’t say we’re worried the baby won’t remember us; by now, the two of us (yes, even I) are over that fear. Instead, I’m bummed I won’t get to experience the little things: her little chirps as she plays with her toy blocks, the way she laughs when I run around like Pee Wee Herman, and, of course, the ritual of putting her to sleep.

Powergirl has her list of stuff she’ll miss, too. Yet we agree we are long overdue for this alone time.

With these conflicting emotions, I guess you could say this weekend will be bittersweet. Under the watchful and loving care of Grandma and Grandpa, the baby will be fine. I only hope the rest of us Villanos manage to get through it without too much drama.