Saturday I'm taking Hannah to my parents for a week of vacation. Well, more accurately, I'm taking her half-way there. Half-way is still a four-hour trip, one way. So it's still quite the trek.
While there, Hannah will attend "Critter Camp" at one of the local national parks. It's a few hours every day, and I think she'll have a blast hiking and exploring. I also think she'll have a blast cooking, reading, and generally being entertained as the center-of-the-universe that she is.
Caroline will be staying here with her boring parents. This is my only source of concern about the whole deal. Caroline and Hannah have really become best buds. They are so vastly different in temperament, but that difference makes for some wonderful play and they genuinely love being around each other.
Caroline has even begun trying to stay awake (read, crying and generally throwing a fit) until Hannah comes to bed. She loves Hah-Hah to bits and pieces. And I'm not sure she's going to love the idea of her being gone for more than a week.
I'm equally unsure of my ability to not freak out in the face of her potential sadness. Her recent language burst (cute first-words toddler talk being my kryptonite) has rendered me powerless in the face of her requests ("Sure, you can have a pah-ickle, baby!"). So I have this vision of her figuring out how dreadfully un-entertaining we are ("Dude, you suck!") and asking for her Hah-hah back. At which point I will quite literally entertain the idea of undertaking an 8 hour drive just to reunite the two. I won't do it, of course, because there are bills to pay. But I will think about it.
Maybe I'll rope my mom into guest blogging a bit of Hannah's adventures. Or at least sharing a picture or two.
Wish us luck.
