We had a good time with the boys. I slept with Owen which is like sleeping with a large, dense stuffed animal. You know he's there but he's not bothering you. Gibson, on the other hand, wanted to sleep with his Boppy and so he did and he kept one foot in Boppy's side all night which does not make for restful sleep. They woke up early for them and by the time nine o'clock had rolled around, there had already been picture-making and pancakes. By the time their parents got here, there was a fort and various Wii games being played. Gibson is completely back to loving his Boppy above all others and he wasn't out of the man's lap for longer than a minute or two at a time.
And so here we are and it's quiet again. As we walked back into the house after the ritual hugging-and-kissing good-bye, Mr. Moon said, "It's gonna take a couple of days to recover."
"It always does," I said.
Here's a picture I took last night when there was a post-bath viewing of Pete's Dragon.
It wasn't too long after that that Owen told me we had to turn the movie off and that I needed to go away so he could fall asleep. We turned the movie off and everyone left the room and he fell asleep. He's a big boy.
It might be time to fall asleep again.
Rainy Sundays. Why fight it?