We're heading to Portland on Wednesday. The kids and I were talking about where we're all going to sleep since those Dean girls have taken over Mom's house and I mentioned sleeping in the tent at Uncle Alec's and Auntie Meta's house. Abby started in with her 'poor me' repertoire about never getting to go camping so I suggested we put up the tent in our backyard or--better yet--why not spend the night in the playhouse? The kids were all over that idea and chose to spend the next three hours before bedtime preparing for their big night. Even Hazel got into the excitement and took her blanket and pillow out there to snuggle with her siblings.
Bed time comes and goes. I wanted to get Miss Hazel into her bed, but she stomped past us dragging her blanket and pillow again, hurrying in case we dared stop her. All the children are outside, calling us on the phone every ten minutes to ask the time and when will the stars come out? We finally put the kibosh on Pip hanging outside anymore...she was too tired having avoided her nap yet again and was such a grumpy, grumpy girl. I tucked her into her bed and she kept asking, "Mom, when I-li come-ing?" I leave her reading.
We checked on the children shortly after 10 and Eli was too tired to stargaze and Abby was busy trying to convince him to join her as she adjusted the blanket on the lawn. We left them to their adventure and went to bed. 11:41. Abby opens our bedroom door. Turns out, my little lambs were scared out there on their own. The last time their father slept out there with them. Hans went out to rescue them and bring them to their own beds. Made for a late night. I'm so glad they're not too big for me yet.
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