We rolled into the campground at 6:45 p.m.
At 12:45 a.m. the only sounds were the haunting song of the loon and the equally haunting but less melodic song of our wide-awake three-year-old.
J finally fell asleep some time after 1:00, but only after I agreed to cuddle him on our air mattress. 15 minutes of maternal bliss snuggling my son followed by 4 hours of parental contortions as my husband and I sought sleep on a semi-inflated double mattress bearing a sleeping child. Time to try to catch a few more zzz's as the birds awake... Can I squeeze into a portable crib?
P.S. The full moon rising in the trees encircling our site was breathtaking.
P.P.S. Good morning chipmunk.
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