four hour nap!

Four hours and twenty-five minutes, to be exact; that was Sunday’s nap. You were crazy-tired after Saturday night’s escapades. Daddy and I had a date night, a fundraiser/fun-night-out to help us (mostly me) feel human again. Mammy and Papa watched you, played with you, fed you dinner and put you to bed while Daddy and I sipped margaritas and snacked on tasty appetizers… and checked in on you every half hour or so. We scooped you up when got back to Mammy and Papa’s around 10:30 and set off for home with you still clutching Sleepy Sheepy (aka Lambie Baby) and tucked snug in your sleep sack. En route, the snacky after-effects of the margaritas took over, and I felt called to a late-night Krystal stop. You were very sedate and still zoney, but even in your sleep stupor, you honked down almost half a cheese Krystal and two fries at 11:30pm. Aaaah… your first late-night fast food. These things are important to experience, and I had fun sharing it with you, even if it meant it’d be a little after midnight before you were sleeping soundly again, this time in your own bed with tummy full of a portion of a good ole gut grenade. Except for feeling a little guilty for such a detour on the way to getting you back to bed, I really didn’t mind at all. You were sweet and snuggly, and we were making memories.