You want to know what's a great idea? Start blogging again after a break and then, a few days later, leave town for two weeks.
Several days ago, the chicks and I returned from our yearly Michigan trip (2010, 2011). We go to visit family and friends, given that it's my homeland and all, but it's also our "vacation," as it were. This year we packed in more excursions than ever before. It was extremely fun and, of course, a bit tiring.
After some deliberation, I decided that we'd take the train to Windsor, Ontario and have my dad pick us up and take us across the river to the far-reaching suburbs of Detroit, where I grew up. We've been car-free for a year and a half, but we've rented cars for most of our recent excursions. I had taken the train with the girls once before, three summers ago. At the time, Ninna was three and Bojey was one. That, my friends, was utter insanity. It's a twelve hour train ride from Montreal to Windsor; I think that detail will suffice.
So this year, after we got ourselves settled on the train, I congratulated myself with a few mental rounds of "WOW, MY LIFE IS SO EASY NOW!! SIX AND FOUR!! SO EASY!!"
And it was, sort of. Things went relatively smoothly, but most any human will start to get agitated by nine or ten hours in a train. The girls had a bit of a rough period around our normal dinner time, and then things settled down again.
The other passengers were patient and tolerant, and all co-passenger relations went quite smoothly until the little...snag. Bojey, upon hearing an older woman next to us laugh, shouted at full volume, "HUH? I just heard a witch laughing!!"
To which Ninna replied "Oh, was it that 'haaahahaha' that just happened? I heard it too!!"
Followed by silence.
I could tell from the expression on her face, which I caught from the most minute tiny corner of my eye, that the woman was wholly displeased. But what could I do? Bojey was right--she did sound a lot like a witch. I couldn't scold the kids for being honest, so I changed the subject and made sure not to turn my head the slightest bit in her direction for the rest of the trip.
And then we arrived in Windsor, parted ways with the witch, and started our long and adventurous trip.