Camping

My parents battled another round of temporary insanity this weekend. Saturday we went for a long car ride and then ended up with everyone from church outside in the trees. I thought it was cool. Some of my friends were there and we talked and ate a little bit. Dad and Mom took me for a walk and I threw rocks into the water and watched them splash. That was fun.

Then it started getting dark and cold. I started saying "bye-bye" to everyone. Time to head home and I started thinking about my nice bed. No luck. Dad put up my Pack 'n' Play in a little room and then I got my pajamas on. That's when I started getting mad. What on earth? It only got worse.

I don't like to sleep with blankets. Only it was COLD. I thought my head might freeze and so I basically put it to Mom like this: IF you are going to do weird stuff like this, then I am going to sleep with you and nurse all night long.

When I woke up, I wanted my high chair and some hot cereal and then a warm bath. Instead it was in my stroller where I had a banana and a muffin and I freezed some more. I hadn't slept much and wanted to be warm and comfy and get a nap. Mom said she understood so she took me for a ride so I could take a nap. Then we came back and got Dad and went home. I took a long nap in my bed and then I went and snuggled with Mom in hers and we both went back to sleep again. Dad has promised we won't do that again for a VERY LONG time.