May 30

We went to a wedding at Ft. Worden today and decided that we'd try out camping. We had a great day on the beach and at our campsite. Trouble started brewing at bedtime. Marc and I figured that we would have to lay in the tent with Will, singing and patting him to sleep. We anticipated it taking a while. What we did not anticipate was the fact that our little monkey would not even get into his sleeping bag. Well, he'd put his head inside while he giggled and rolled about. We tried to get him to sleep for almost two hours before real panic set in. Should we drive him around and risk a transfer into the tent? If he does survive the transfer into the sleeping bag, would he stay asleep all night? Would he wake up too early and be a crab all day? In a last ditch effort, I tried rocking him. Not that I didn't try earlier, mind you, but he simply would not stay put in my arms. At last, Will was calming down, but he simply could not get to sleep. Classic case of being overtired - go figure it was 10:30! Utterly defeated, Marc and I made the decision to pack up and drive home. I put Will in the car, drove him around the campsite once and he was fast asleep. He even stayed asleep while we stuffed our junk into the car as fast as we could. We arrived home at 2am and fell into bed, exhausted.