We leave for Idaho tomorrow to visit my parents. We will fly on an airplane. The weeBots are excited. Because they have forgotten about the lady that comes around and hands them their own bag of peanuts, they are most excited about their own pieces of luggage.
Mbot’s carry-on is a Spiderman rollie bag. Gbot’s is, in the absence of a rollie bag of his own, my rollie bag. I’ll lug my computer over my shoulder. But, as with dogs that can carry their own food and water in little sideslung backpacks, the Bots are both, for the first time in the history of mankind, the North American continent, the Earth, the universe, and whatever may have come before, able to carry their own toys, goldfish, raisins, and spare pants by themselves. Or at least drag them. For the first time in all those things previously listed above, we will proceed through an airport without a stroller and car seats. I will hardly recognize us.
Because I had a lot to do today, in addition to packing (wash the dog, have spare house keys made, clean out the fridge, finish an essay, laundry, laundry, laundry, do the dishes, enjoy conversing with a Delta representative to change Husbot’s ticket to return earlier (ackk!), check in online, buy more kitty litter, plug in the DVD players, look for Gbot’s snowsuit again), I let the Bots entertain themselves this morning by packing their own rollie bags.I had asked them earlier this morning what they wanted to put in them.
“I will put Tesserwell in mine!” said Mbot without hesitation, and was momentarily tearous (a lovely new term, coined by a four year-old, I came across on RookieMoms.com), when I explained we couldn’t take the antique cat.
“I will put Nanny in mine!” announced Gbot. “And then she’ll be ALLLL done.”
I was so tired just thinking about packing, having still not quite unpacked from last weekend in Chicago, that I briefly imagined just letting them pack by themselves.
“They might just learn a lesson, when they get to snowy Idaho with only Buzz Lightyear, a big plastic dinosaur, two giant bears, and no clothes.” I Skype-messaged to my little brother.
His reply was, “HAH! I’m not sure who would be learning the most from that one….”
It’s true. None of us are ready for that. I’m still experiencing a few mental aftershocks from the realization that not only can both Bots now walk in the airport, but they can also walk in the right direction. (A skill set Gbot had not yet achieved last August.)
Everything’s the same, but everything’s different. Just as I was beginning to master air travel with toddlers, I’m being thrown into a whole new game. I’m sure I’ll be reporting back with many hard-won (heart-won?) travel tips for the 2 1/2 and 3 1/2 year-old set.
It’s very late now and, although I accomplished most of the things I mentioned seven paragraphs up, I still have to finish packing. By 6 a.m. tomorrow morning, like Nanny, I’ll be ALLLL done.
My brother would roll his eyes and laugh, “HAH!”, recalling my tendency to procrastinate.
At least some of us are growing up.