We’re in Dallas this week (after a quick trip to Tulsa for a wedding).
When we got here, Frank told us that he’d set up his old camping tent in the back yard for Jack and Grayson to play in while we were here (keeping them outside is a great idea, by the way).
So last night, Jack and I “went camping” and slept in the tent.
We went to be around 8:30, and by 8:45 Jack was snoring. I think I was probably asleep pretty soon after (I remember Christine waking me up to check on us at some point).
I woke up on and off all night, but not because I was all that uncomfortable (the weather is perfect for camping right now), rather because Jack sleeps like a jack rabbit on speed. The kid tossed and turned all night. At one point, I woke up and Jack had his foot on my neck, and was kicking me repeatedly for some reason…
We finally woke up around 6:45 a.m. this morning, and to be honest, I was well rested, and glad that the beating I was taking was over.
We went inside, and turned on Curious George, and all was well with the world.