Weird weekend

It was a good weekend, but a weird one. The trip to Prescott didn't start off so well. The drive was okay, but as soon as we got to the Highland Games, everything just felt wrong. It was hot, dusty, and miserable. The site would have been lovely in February. On Saturday it was entirely too hot, and there was NO shade. Daddy was cranky, I was pissy and you were throwing tantrums left and right. So we decided it was not the place for us to be. Grandma suggested we go into town to the Prescott Brewing Co. for lunch - it's her favorite restaurant.

And lunch was awesome. Perfect and exactly what we needed. We felt rejuvinated and as Grandma left for her drive home, the three of us walked down Whisky Row and enjoyed the old town Prescott square. We crossed into the Courthouse lawns, and you played in the grass with ladybugs for ages. I think we sat barefoot enjoying the shade and breeze for well over an hour. Positively lovely. BTW, pictures in the current album of the Prescott fun.

We drove home and enjoyed the rest of our weekend, complete with church and Phoenix Suns games. "Go Suns!" you still love to chant.

All is well on the sleep front. You are going to bed sometimes in your own bed now, with my help. That's fine. I don't mind the whole bedtime story thing. And when you've awakened in the night, you go back to bed without too much struggle. In the morning, one of us comes to open the door and you climb in for the last 1/2 hour or so of slumber. Again, I can handle that much. It's the 2 a.m. ones where you crawl in and nobody gets any more sleep that kill me.