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Late Night

We had a long weekend ... particulary Patrick at fifteen months old.

Yesterday, Monday, he had a rough time getting up according to Jen.

Coming home from daycare, everything seemed normal ... until we drove home from a trip to the store when he fell asleep in his seat. It was early in the day ... so a bit unusual.

Then, he and Jen took a walk about an hour later and he came home sound asleep. This was about two hours earlier than he normally goes out for the night.

He slept ... until about midnight when Jen and I heard him crying. Jen got up to check on him and get him back to sleep.

About two in the morning, I awoke to see lights on. When I listened, I heard Patrick ... playing.

I got up to find a very alert son in his highchair and a sleepy looking mommy feeding him. When I asked how Jen was doing, she said she was tired, but she would take care of Patrick.

Night and days mixed up ... probably not the last time ...
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