When Tim is away for the evening, it isn’t unusual for Baby E to make his way to my bedroom and crawl into bed with me. I usually don’t fight the process, and he settles in and sleeps soundly. Last night I went to bed at 8:30, in hopes of making up for the night before. Baby E wandered in around midnight. He brought all his sleeping accessories with him- his pillow, blanket, Creepy, Batman, etc. He fell asleep quickly, but I had a much more difficult time of it. I was finally drifting off to sleep (probably about an hour later) when Baby E decided to stretch and punched me square in the nose! He didn’t wake up at all, but it gave me quite a start and pushed any notion of sleep off for quite awhile longer. Sigh. I just need a good night’s sleep. Maybe tonight. We shall see.
When I picked the kids up this evening they chose the beach as their evening destination, so off we went. It was colder tonight, but we had the beach almost to ourselves. The kids spent most of their time climbing on the fallen trees and picking out seashells from the sand. Baby E is following his siblings in almost everything, which means trying to climb trees as well. That ended a few times with Baby E sprawled in the sand, wondering how he got there. For the most part I let him try unless falling would put him in danger.
On our walk back to the car the kids asked me to tell them another story. (Yesterday I told them Hansel and Gretel.) This evening I went with Rumplestiltskin, however I altered the part about how he got so angry that he tore himself in two. (That part always terrified me as a small child.) I’m going to need to brush up on some old stories if these beach trips keep up!