One afternoon last week, we had a big thunderstorm towards the beginning of naptime. It woke everyone up. It was way too early to be up and about, but I knew no one was going back to sleep. So I sent the big boys upstairs to get their sleeping bags and a pillow. They came down and we spread them out in the living room and I turned on a movie.
When Jonathan saw the sleeping bags, he started stomping his feet and pointing and squealing at them. Since we don't have a sleeping bag for him yet, I had to improvise and fast. I got his little quilt and pillow and spread them out on the floor. I showed him how to lay down and he was instantly happy.
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Sweet memories.
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