Last Friday night, we tucked Ellie into her bed and the three of us trekked out into the yard to go "camping" and christen our big Family Tent. It's nothing too special - a Coleman that I got on sale at Freddy's (although Jay had researched far finer gear...) From the moment she saw it, Mags wanted in. Knowing her many layers as we do, we wondered if the excitement would trump the fact that she is so uncomfortable with the "noises of the wild" that sometimes ring through the night out here that she must under any and all circumstances sleep with her bedroom windows closed and the blinds shut tightly. I am proud and relieved to announce that she ROCKED out there. We set up a bunch of blankets and comforters and pillows and let her sleep in the middle - so basically, it was like a free pass to spend the night in our bed, except we were not actually in our bed, but rather in the yard. She went to sleep almost instantly and slept like a cuddly little rock all night long. We've left the tent up since then, and every day she asks, "Can we sleep in the tent again TONIGHT???" We keep telling her "Friday", but we'll have to see... I'm just glad that she doesn't yet have a firm grasp on the intricacies of the calendar - because I don't think I slept for more than 20 minutes all together and I have no immediate desire to lose another 8 hours of quality time with the sandman. But, then again, it wasn't about ME, was it?
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