I know I said previously that I was kind of over traveling and wanted to stay in Portland for at least a month. I can say with confidence that I am very likely to achieve that goal (not willing to say anything more definitive than that lest I disturb the Imps of Complacency, p’tui, p’tui). Granted it will be the shortest month, but it still counts.
I guess I always knew I wasn’t going to make it through March without a trip east. David has a conference in Toronto in March that he still hasn’t decided whether he is going to attend or not. I was sort of hoping to tag along on that trip so I could hang out at the AgileBits office with some of my favorite people. Then recently I was tipped off about a possible trip to see my niecelettes in March. And while I love my AG cohort, I love my niecelettes more. So as soon as that possible trip became a reality, I jumped on that opportunity like nobody’s business.
I found out that my possible trip was confirmed because N called to tell me. That may not seem like such a big deal, but I am so loving these little people who can now call me and have half hour conversations with me about their lives. In the past our conversations have happened almost entirely on video chats and usually entailed them showing me things that they had made or reading to me or some other primarily non-conversational exchange. But last night I spoke with both girls individually and had good conversations with both of them.
Part of my conversation with N was about the rules (and rituals) of bedtime. Part of her nightly ritual involves putting all of her friends (aka stuffed animals) to bed by name. And I was instructed that blowing a friend’s name results in a “consequence”. These consequences may entail ticking, having to carry N from point A to point B or getting my face licked (there were some others, but these are the ones that stood out). Obviously, N gets to choose which consequence the person putting her to bed receives. Thankfully, N sent me a list of all of her friend’s names today so that I may study up before I am tasked with putting the girls to bed.
A was in a very different headspace from her sister last night. She had learned that her parents had decided to go somewhere without her and she had simply decided that she was going with them. There was no tantrum (at least not that I heard about), just a very matter-of-fact statement that she would be accompanying her parents. I gotta say, I love this girl’s style.