We spent an extended Memorial Day weekend at the home of my in-laws. It was a very hectic, but fun time: Birthday parties, barbecues, visits with old friends. Chris and I had a great time, Liam, not so much. Liam is our son who turns one year old tomorrow. It was too many new faces and places for his taste.
Which is why, I believe, he woke up crying Monday morning at about 1 a.m. He had had enough. Although he did have his Jilly blanket and Bandit, the stuffed horse, it wasn't good enough. Strange bed, strange house. After a nappy change and a snuggle, he still wasn't happy, so we put him in bed with us.
Naturally, Liam slept, Mufasa (the dog) slept, Bandit did what Bandit does, and Chris and I were awake the rest of the night. Now I am well aware that as parents of a small child, we are not expected to get much in the way of sleep, but Liam has been sleeping the night through since he was about 3 months old. We are kinda used to that.
Monday went by in a blurr. After another not so sleep-filled night, Tuesday wasn't much better. And I can tell you, we were all extremely happy to be sleeping in our own beds by Tuesday night.
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