Not Sleepy At All

As I've written before, we went to the beach each day that we could, many times pushing Finwe to him limit. He asked to leave on Sunday, but as we were with friends, I told him he had to wait. He rested on the sheet with a towel over his head for a short time. That allowed us to stay longer.

When we arrived home, we had to force the kids to take a bath. They insisted that since they hadn't gone in the water that they weren't dirty. Apparently, sandy from head to in between the toes does not qualify as dirty. The girls got a shower while Finwe had his much desired sink bath. He loves a sink bath.

After, the girls headed to the playroom for some television and Lunchables (a grandmother's solution to a group of hungry, but disagreeing kids). Finwe took his spot on Mom Mom's bed, which I'm sure he considers his own. Mom had on BMX racing. Finwe liked it, settled in to eating, and told us we could leave.

Phill and I finished getting dressed for our date. When I checked on Finwe, I saw him sitting, eating a chunk of cheese. One, maybe two, minutes later, Mom went to her room to get something. She backtracked to the kitchen, begging us to come look. The above photo demonstrates what we witnessed.