Friday, December 24, 2004
The Perfect Storm
The alternate title was "Worst Night...Ever" and you would have to say that with the Comic-book Guy voice. We drove last night to Boise, and Stanley slept the entire trip. It was a nice thing, because we talked and enjoyed each others' company (and the scenery! Don't forget the scenery!). But this set up a night to forget, since he was now quite awake and we were dead tired. He also had a stuffy nose, was in unfamiliar surroundings, and we didn't really have anywhere to put him except in his carseat. So, he woke up literally fifteen times during the seven or so hours that we were trying to sleep. I gave up at seven-forty-five and brought him downstairs. He's very tired, and Julie just fed him, and so maybe he'll sleep now.
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Dude, we have a port-a-crib you could have taken if you had only asked.
We actually made a little bed out of a sleeping bag that we found in the closet. That first night, however, we didn't think we'd need it, since we had his carseat and had used it before. Even so, the port-a-crib would have been better. Maybe we'll borrow it next time.
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