While the cat's away...

Last Saturday Phoebe asked me when Daddy was going to be home and I wasn't quite sure, so I texted him to ask, and in response he Facetimed so he could speak with Phoebe. 

She was sitting on the potty—her question to me had been some potty-time chatter—but she's pretty open about her bathroom habits, even demanding sometimes that people (specifically Andrew or I) watch her while she's in the bathroom. Thus the reason I was sitting and chatting with her in the first place. So I figured she'd be okay talking to Daddy while sitting on the potty.

She seemed happy to see him but was very pithy about things—giving him yes or no answers only. 

After we hung up she sighed. "Phew! That was so weird with me sitting on the potty and talking to him. Like…I think let’s not do that again."

So evidently she has some modesty after all. 

*****

Andrew has had an incredibly busy week and texted me during dinner this evening to say that he was finally finished with all his engagements and could Facetime with us, if we wanted to. 

He was calling mainly in response to Alexander admitting that he has a stash of nursery treats in his bedroom (the nursery leaders at church give out treats to all the kids...every week...it's...very kind...and kind of a lot sometimes).

"I don't know why they don't fill up the Easter eggs with candy!" he exclaimed about the upcoming Easter egg hunt at the church, which has been without candy the past few years. "They're just filled with toys—never candy. And they call that a treat!? I need my candy! I would give my entire stash of nursery treats for some candy. Like..."

"Wait...stash of nursery treats?" I asked.

"Yeah. He keeps his nursery treats stashed in the owl head I made him for Christmas," Zoë explained (she made him a papier-mâché owl head for Christmas. 

"I thought we had talked about not keeping stashes of food in our bedrooms..." I said.

"Yeah. That's kind of against the rules," Miriam said.

"Rules were made to be broken," Zoë sang out. 

"Well..." I said, unconvinced.

"Bended a little!" Alexander amended for her. 

So I typed up that little exchange and texted it to Andrew, to which he responded:

Do you guys want to FaceTime really quick? I’m about to head down to slot

Alcohol
SLC

A is next to S! ALC! 

It was pretty funny. We Facetimed with him around the dinner table. It was very noisy. Phoebe was measurably more animated than she had been on the potty. Everyone made fun of him for typing (or autocorrect typing) "alcohol" instead of "SLC." And it was just good to see him after a very, very long week.

*****

Seriously, yesterday I thought to myself:

(1) Phew. Andrew gets home tomorrow!
(2) Wait a second. It's only Thursday, not Friday. 
(3) That means I have to get through Friday and Saturday.
(4) But at least that means I still get Friday to work on my paper.

So I gained more time to work...but that also translates to more time without Andrew around. But now I can officially say, "Phew! Andrew gets home tomorrow!"

...even if he doesn't get home until after bedtime...