Well, this'll be interesting...

A few weeks ago it was my turn. Now it's Anni's.
I spent five days in Las Vegas last month, while Anni stayed home with Elise. Each seemed to have survived the other's company. At least it looked that way upon my return.
We'll see if that's the case after this weekend. Anni left early Thursday to visit her friend Petra in New York. She returns late Sunday.
So what does that mean? It means that it's Scott and Elise hanging out for four days, without Anni, the maternal glue that pretty much holds this place together. She's the one who makes sure Elise gets fruit and veggies at every meal; she's the one who makes sure the day bag is packed with extra clothes; she's the one who knows which pair of pajamas is clean and which pair is in the wash; she's the one who knows where the cough medicine is and what the dosage is for a 26-month-old. Basically, she's the one.
Considering that, I am willing to accept wagers on who will fall to the ground and cry first this weekend: Elise or me.
Actually, though, so far, so good. Elise seems to understand that she's pretty much stuck with me -- or Anni, when I was gone -- and responds accordingly.
It gets interesting at night, though, because typically I am not the first person to wake if Elise is upset or wide awake at 2 a.m.; that's all Anni.
Given my inability to wake quickly, I'm not sure how long Elise was next to my bed in the middle of the night last night before I woke up to find her standing quietly right next to me. She assumed it was time to get the day rolling, but it was 2 a.m. when I looked at the clock. For all I know she'd been staring at me for 10 minutes -- or a half-hour. She's just 2 and pretty much harmless, and she's obviously no stranger, but it still kind of freaks me out to think that she's staring at me in the middle of the night. Yikes.