Cali Out, The World In

T and I have decided we are not going to live in Palo Alto for a month. We never ended up finding a great place to rent and the weather hopefully has taken its final turn into better days around here (aka:no more snow). We did discuss these other possibilities for travel:

*This one is confirmed - 2 weeks in FL in May. T has a conference and we are going to meet his family out there to head off their otherwise imminent trip out here. They will be coming from North Carolina. Oh, how I am looking forward to those 6 days!

*There is a conference in June in Paris. T has not signed on for this one yet as we are not sure we are ready for this trip. We would be looking at a total of 10 hours on a plane with a 1 year old. Hmm. The timing is perfect however as my best friend will be there at the exact same time! She lives in San Francisco and we don't see each other as often as we would like. If we go, we would probably spend a week in Paris and a week somewhere else? If we are going to put the effort into getting there we are going to make it worth our time, dammit!

*1 to 2 months this winter in Australia and New Zealand. Again a conference is the draw and the weather here and long flights make anything shorter not worth it. T loves New Zealand after spending several months there back in his galavanting days. It was one of stops on our wedding/honeymoon trip and I have to agree with him, I want to be a Kiwi for awhile, too! I just did a search for tickets yesterday and they were like, $2000. Each. Those need to go down.

Other than those major trips, there is a little bit of talk around a trip to NYC, maybe a week in Barbados. T's dad's family is from/live there and I love this place! All these trips sound fun and exciting but I am always held back from the excitement somewhat by the inevitable doom of traveling with a toddler. Not only for the duration of the plane rides, but taking him out of his environment and his perfect routine. Why would I want to mess with a baby who happily goes to sleep on his own at 7 in his own crib? Because I like to make myself anxious, I suppose, and I'm just plain crazy!