No More Monkeys Jumpin’ On The Bed!
2 years, 7 months.
You have now officially been to the Midwest!
While visiting the zoo in Louisville, Kentucky, our hotel was actually right across the Ohio River, in Jeffersonville, Indiana.
Of course, technically, Louisville is, in my opinion, half Southern and half Midwestern, as the confusing pronunciation of its name exemplifies.
It’s either the most northern Southern city or the most southern Northern city of America… I don’t think anyone really knows for sure.
Either way, I love the whole Louisville area (including the Indiana side) because it all reminds me so much of Nashville.
So I had mentioned a few days ago how Mommy and I had been hyping you up for the exciting fold-out couch you would be sleeping on in the hotel.
Your “big boy bed,” as I kept referring to it.
Yeah, well, guess who ended up sleeping in your big boy bed…
That’s right; the biggest boy in our family of three… Daddy.
All I remember is you laying down with me on the fold-out couch watching a horse race on TV, then waking up 7 hours later to find out you and Mommy got to sleep in the real bed without me.
I didn’t mind…
Hey, I got 7 hours of sound sleep; that’s a pretty big deal for me, especially after driving 3 hours at night in the rain with you refusing to fall asleep in the car.
As you can see from these pictures, which sort of remind me of a 1990′s mosh pit at a grunge concert, you had a good time jumping on the bed, like those monkeys we sing about sometimes.
Fortunately, despite all your contorting, you never fell off and bumped your head or injured yourself in anyway.
This was not only your first Midwestern road trip, but it was also your first hotel experience.
I had hoped you’d like the fun fold-out couch, but I’ll settle for getting a full night’s rest out of it myself, as well as getting to watch you the next morning go crazy jumping around on the bed that I was supposed to get to sleep on.
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