Sunday, June 29, 2008
I can vividly remember my worst nights of sleep (not including newborn stage). Most of them include camping. Uncomfortableness, cold, snorers, sharing a broken sleeping bag with a roommate (remember that, Sare?)... Our ward at church had a camp out last weekend. I joined for dinner, but left S. with two of the munchkins. I like my friends and wanted to keep them. I didn't want to torture them with a 4 month-old waking up. So, I hopped in the non-kid mobile and took a nice drive home listening to what I wanted to. I woke up about 3 am to a thunderstorm and dreamt the rest of the night about them coming home soaked (we have had the tent almost 8 years and never actually used it over night). They made it until the morning with Little Man only waking up at one point looking for Bunny. Oh, and S. discovered that he is longer than the tent. Looks like we'll need to buy another one for next year.
Meanwhile, I got to play with the Chubbers.
Posted by Jules at Sunday, June 29, 2008