Friday, August 2nd, 2013
2 years, 8 months.
As part of our 5th wedding anniversary, Mommy and I celebrated by flying over Sacramento for our very first hot air balloon ride. Just so you know, these pictures you see of your parents were not easily obtained…
The first morning we were scheduled to launch, it was too windy to fly. Then for our second attempt a few days later, not enough riders showed up to keep the balloon’s weight heavy enough for the flight.
Fortunately, the third time was a charm.
However, that meant that for three mornings of our ten day vacation, Mommy and I had to sneak out of the bedroom we were sharing with you, while staying at Grandma’s house.
It was a concentrated effort to keep you from waking up in the process.
We both had to set our alarms for 4:00 AM to make it in time for the launch, but had to remember to set our phones on vibrate; placing them close enough to hear them, but not too close to you.
Then, we had to crawl on the floor, using our cell phones as flashlights, hoping not to bump the bed as we groped and hoped for the door knob, holding our breaths it wouldn’t squeak as we escaped.
That’s not even mentioning the fact we had to sneak in the bedroom the same way every single night, crawling on the floor with cell phones, just to go to bed.
This wouldn’t have been so challenging, perhaps, if you weren’t the kind of kid who doesn’t sleep well in the same room as your parents.
You’re the opposite of me, in those regards.
When I was a kid, I always looked for an excuse to sleep in the same room as my parents; being so desperate I didn’t mind sleeping on the floor.
As for you, it’s nearly impossible for you to fall asleep if you know Mommy and Daddy are in the same room.
You’ve been conditioned to fall asleep only if you’re in a room by yourself.
I suppose that’s a side effect of the “cry it out” method; not that I regret that decision the least bit.
It was best for you. We offered to let you sleep with us when you were an infant and you seemed annoyed by it.
You’re a solitary sleeper.
But hey, when we’re on a family vacation staying for free with family, we find a way to make it work.
I just had to ask myself, “What would Clark Griswold do?”
Mixed with a little bit of Ethan Hunt from the Mission Impossible movies.
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