Exhausted

It was a long, busy weekend for a little boy. When he woke up this morning he wanted to go see his Lego right away. He's just in love with his little Star Wars spaceship and the little men from his castle. So much so that you wouldn't think he'd even notice the train table was gone.

But he did.

I explained that it had to go away and that he had other toys to play with. 

Didn't matter.

Tantrum.

So much so that I had to take him upstairs and put him on the bed to try and calm down. Daddy had to come in and help too. Daddy explained that this was how babies acted and that Declan was a big boy. 

Declan responded by telling Daddy to go back to his shower. (Man he's really testing us here)

He did finally calm down.

He was just really tired.

Only an hour into our drive home and Declan's eyes closed. I reached over to adjust him so he wasn't all squished up and to take his DVD player and set it aside...he didn't flinch at all. Deep sleep. Finally the weekend had caught up to him. He got in a solid hour.

The rest of the drive and the evening at home went great. I got lots of cuddles (this is new AND awesome!). And then finally at bedtime we were able to avoid all the hassle he usually gives us by taking Grandma's lead and Daddy ready two books to Declan. He was sound asleep mere moments after I pulled his door closed.