Manchild woke up at 3:16 this morning, by his own record. At 4:06 he peeked his head into our room. I got up and told him he couldn’t be awake. He said he didn’t want to go to bed. We compromised. He slept on the couch the rest of the night and didn’t wake up when I got up for my morning run. He did, however, laugh in his sleep, which is always something wonderful to behold.
We spent approximately 200 minutes at Central Park today at Manchild’s explicit request. He wouldn’t leave until we hit the 200 mark. He spent all three hours climbing. Climbing on rocks and ropes and “mountains.” Climbing out of my view and out of my reach. Climbing like he’s been doing it his whole life.
While he climbed, I went down the slide more times in three hours than I have in 10 years, I’m sure. Between the slides and the swings, Squish has never had so much fun in his life.
We came home and caught our breath before heading off to swim lessons, where Manchild was so excited about it all that he just about joined another class for a second round of water fun.
After dinner we watched the sunset, or would have if it hadn’t been for all the buildings in the way, and admired the moon before the boys collapsed into bed. We can hear them snoring from down the hall.
That’s what 70 degrees and sunny will do for you.