Willy and I are heading to visit my in-laws in the morning, on a very early train. We debated whether we should bring the lils, but decided against it. My father-in-law is quite ill, so we didn’t want to scare them, or have Woo’s last memory of his grandfather be of him frail and sick and sad. Goose is too young to understand, but Woo does. We hope that he will remember the week that we spent with them in the summer. That left us with a dilemma, of who to ask to take them for the two days that we will be gone.

I was chatting with my sister online earlier this week, and asked if she would consider taking one (or possibly both) of the lils. She jumped on it, and said she would take care of them both!! Her daughter V has apparently been fantasizing about this for a while, so the crazy woman jumped at the chance. I am so eternally grateful, it takes a huge load off of our shoulders. I’d love to thank my brother-in-law, but I am not sure that he knows yet.

I told Woo yesterday, and he has been over the moon since. He has it all planned out. He, V, and Goose are going to sleep in her bed together. He is not worried that it is a toddler bed, as he will sleep on the bottom, then V, then Goose – ordered by size to be fair you know. When they are not sleeping, they will be JUMPING! ON! THE! BED! and various other hairbrained schemes that have been explained to me with gales of laughter, some of it maniacal. I have shared some of these with my sis, but some she will just have to experience.

My sis has a fabulous weekend planned, one that includes Cosmic Adventures, the Lumieres, apple picking, the hot air balloons, and time with my brother and sister-in-law, all things that I know all three lils will love. Hell, I’d love to do!! I hope that she takes LOTS of pictures.

I am so grateful that they are willing to do this for us. I know that C and B are fabulous parents, and that they love my lils like they were their own, so I have no doubts that they will be well cared for. I must admit that I do have a hard time shaking the memory of the last time that my sis babysat me. I was 12, she was 16, we came home in the back of a police car, and had to wake the neighbours at dawn to let us in our house.