With only a couple weeks left until vacation, Daddy thought it would be a good idea to give the boys a chance to share a room togther, because, unlike their cousins with whom we'll be vacationing, they don't normally share.
Tim said to Mark, "Tonight we're going to do something special. You and Adam are going to get to sleep in the same room."
Mark frowned. "That's WRONG!" he said indignantly. "That is not special!"
In the end, a compromise was made: Mark would sleep in Adam's room, instead of the other way around. He wanted his mattress from his bed, and then decided that he wanted his tent, too. So Tim set up the tent and the mattress and tucked the boys into bed.
And all was most decidedly not quiet. There was a lot of giggling and quite a few thumps on the floor. After about an hour of carrying on, it was suggested that it might be time to go to sleep. Seems to me that Mark tried, but every few minutes, I would hear a jubilant shriek from the crib -- Adam saying, in effect, HEY! You're still here! Let's PLAY!
Things were quiet by 9:30, though by 6:30 (it was last Saturday, so Daddy was in charge), he was back at it again.
Yesterday, Mark told me that it was almost time for vacation, and he told me just how it would be.
"I'm going to share a room wif' Jonathan," he told me. "We will have bunk beds, and Jonathan will sleep in the top bunk and I will sleep in the bottom bunk!"
He has it all planned out.
This morning, he ran through his "Is it ___________ time?" list, which includes the State Fair, Pork Festival, and other things in the fall that will hurry along time for the combine to come to his newly planted field. But today, it was "Is it vacation time?"
Tara sent me the menu yesterday.
She and I are excited about it, too.
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