Thursday, August 16, 2007
Good Riddance, and Good Night
Our annual pilgrimmage to Seattle was a smashing success with all three members of our tribe. We've been replaying the highlight reel ever since we set foot on the plane home. The zoo, the aquarium, the organic farm with farm animals for Boo, wild blackberry bushes for me, and for Max, a dog that would actually fetch, the ferry, the children's museum on Bainbridge Island, watching the float planes land on Lake Union, the zipcord at Ravenna Park, nectarines from the farmer's market, blueberry picking, blueberry pancakes, blueberry muffins, handfuls of blueberries straight off the bush--it's hard to choose a favorite adventure, and not just for the kids.
The only painful legacy of the trip is getting the boys back on a regular sleep schedule. Our more-or-less smooth routine fell victim last night to a perfect trifecta of problems: (1) a two time zone change travelling east, (2) the rare luxury for the boys of getting to sleep next to me (or better yet, grandmother Babee!) for a week, and (3) long, Benadryl-induced naps on the plane.
At midnight last night, the boys were still awake.
This would be less problematic were it mid-June. But school starts next week, and with the advent of kindergarten, Max will need to rise and shine by 6:30.
Well, maybe not shine. Max wakes up like a teenager--under great protest.
So exhausted was I at midnight that I did the unthinkable--allowed them to pile in bed with me at home, since Lee was on a business trip. Both boys were asleep in 2.4 nanoseconds.
We started bedtime preparations much earlier this evening. 7:45.
5:45 Seattle time.
Neither was ready, but I was motivated.
As Boo sprung in and out of his bed like popcorn, Max temporarily assumed the role of Third Parent. It's a job he likes.
"Boo, if you get out of bed One More Time, you'll have to sleep in the playroom for a week!"
"How long is a week, Max?"
"A week is, like, a year!"
Sounds like wishful thinking to me....
The only painful legacy of the trip is getting the boys back on a regular sleep schedule. Our more-or-less smooth routine fell victim last night to a perfect trifecta of problems: (1) a two time zone change travelling east, (2) the rare luxury for the boys of getting to sleep next to me (or better yet, grandmother Babee!) for a week, and (3) long, Benadryl-induced naps on the plane.
At midnight last night, the boys were still awake.
This would be less problematic were it mid-June. But school starts next week, and with the advent of kindergarten, Max will need to rise and shine by 6:30.
Well, maybe not shine. Max wakes up like a teenager--under great protest.
So exhausted was I at midnight that I did the unthinkable--allowed them to pile in bed with me at home, since Lee was on a business trip. Both boys were asleep in 2.4 nanoseconds.
We started bedtime preparations much earlier this evening. 7:45.
5:45 Seattle time.
Neither was ready, but I was motivated.
As Boo sprung in and out of his bed like popcorn, Max temporarily assumed the role of Third Parent. It's a job he likes.
"Boo, if you get out of bed One More Time, you'll have to sleep in the playroom for a week!"
"How long is a week, Max?"
"A week is, like, a year!"
Sounds like wishful thinking to me....
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