I’m still in Utah for work and last night, Dan had to be out for a few hours at home, which meant Aidan and Cole were on their own.
It’s the strangest thing, when your kids hit the age that they can be alone at home. They don’t have to come with you to the grocery store. Or the doctor’s office. Or the grocery store. (I don’t really go anyplace else.)
It’s definitely one of those things that makes you go: WOW! Time is moving forward. And at an alarming rate.
Don’t get me wrong: we don’t leave them for hours at a time. It’s not like we shout: "Okay guys, Daddy and me are heading out to an all-night rave in Minneapolis. Be home tomorrow-ish!"
If we’re going out for the night, we still get a babysitter. But last night was a night where we figured they’d be fine. And besides, with me in my hotel room with a web cam, it’s more or less like being there, right?
Notice the enthusiasm they have for Big Brother, er, I mean, me?
And honestly? Even though we can leave them home alone now, we really don’t do it all that much. Besides, staying at home with these two is just a much fun as an all-night rave any day of the week. And easier. The only discernible difference? Less ecstasy and more Advil.