You take the good, you take the bad

So, the good news was last night. I told Daddy I was going to have you fall asleep in your own bed last night, period. I get stubborn like that sometimes. Obviously you do too, because you weren't having any part of it. You were waaaaaaay overtired before long, and I thought there was no way you were going to give in. Finally, I sat down on the bed next to you, in the dark, and read an imaginary story out of a book. I don't even know what book I was reading because I couldn't see it, but the rhythm of my voice and the dark lulled you very quickly to sleep. You basically fell asleep sitting up and fell over into my lap. I flipped you back onto the bed (but not the pillow) and you stayed there, sound asleep. I put the blanket on you and shut the door behind me.

I shut the door because we also decided last night we were not going to let you come and climb into our bed. We didn't know how you'd react, or how we'd react, or exactly what we'd do but we were determined to find out.

So you didn't even try. Didn't wake up until I foolishly creaked the door open at 6 a.m. to wake you up. I think it was the blanket. You've been sleeping with just a sheet because it's been so warm, even with the air conditioning on. But last night I thought to actually put a blanket on you and I'm wondering if that didn't make the difference. You can bet I'll be doing that again tonight.

The bad news? No Flagstaff. I was SO looking forward to getting away from the city, the hustle and bustle of our normal weekends, and the 110+ degree heat. It's supposed to be in the one-teens by Monday! That's just wrong. But unfortunately the cabin is still winterized and we wouldn't have any water. That won't work. We might still go to Prescott for the Highland Games tomorrow, but that's it. No restful weekend, just driving and returning home much too soon.

Poop. Hopefully we'll at least get some sleep.