My oldest son went out on his first sleepover down at the aquarium 
and had a wonderful time. The whole thing was such a rite of passage. Making sure he knew how to roll up and unroll his sleeping bag, sleeping pad, organizing his toiletries and everything. I am so proud that I didn’t fall out crying when his father took him to sign him in. He is doing more and more important stuff with his father. I know it is part of him growing up. I have to do that focused breathing thing though, when I get those thoughts of, “Hey, did I or did I NOT sit up in labor for over 24 hours with this child? I KNOW that was me!” Inhale. Exhale. All better.
We stayed at a nearby resort (as the aquarium is well over 3 hours from our house). We had a nice little townhouse suite. It was really nice. Al came over after his sleepover was done. When it was time to leave, he wanted to spend more time, because he said he wanted to enjoy more of the suite. So in short, he wanted to kick it when it was time to go home.
Nat had the hardest time dealing with Al being gone. It just didn’t feel right to him, being away from home and Al being gone. Little A and Max? Shoot. They kicked off their shoes , watching tv, and were hanging all over the suite (yet not breaking stuff, cause we don’t play that). They pushed the bedtime issue, but they weren’t up too late.
We saw parts of the coast we had never seen before and it was all beautiful. The funniest moment had to be when Little A tried to take a couple of tidepool souvenirs home. It was really tough to deal with that with a straight face, but we did it. In case you didn’t know, the fish were all hers anyway.
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