Rocky IX - revenge of the crabby babies...

Well, everything seemed wonderful on Saturday morning when we left for Rocky Mountain House. Going to my in-laws place for the weekend to visit with them and to see some family friends. We were so excited to go! But not as excited as we were to leave... We tried to pack a week of visiting into two days, and boy was it tiring. It was easy for Pete and I to handle it, but it's so hard on Zack and especially Nathan. As crazy as he is, Nathan likes his own bed; his own blankets, his stuffed puppies, his comfortable room. So when he was told to go to sleep in dad's book room with Zack right next to him and a party upstairs, he decided it was not cool. I think he probably slept for about 5 hours Saturday night (which doesn't sound that bad, but when you compare it to the 14 hours he normally gets...) and the rest of the time he cried. Sunday, Nathan probably napped for a half hour then cried for 45 minutes... So after being overtired and disobedient and crabby and sad, Zack took my hands on sunday after supper and said, "Mommy, go a car to Zack's bed?" So we got their jammies on and headed home. This is what Nathan looked like after being in the car for less than 5 minutes. He was exhausted.