Crazy Kids

Yesterday afternoon I set up a tent that our neighbors in Houston gave us so the kids could play in it. They asked Daddy if they could sleep in it that night, and surprisingly he said yes. They were thrilled. The only thing is, Daddy wasn't about to sacrifice sleep squished in a very small tent with three kids, or risk waking up with a sore back. And I didn't want to get eaten by mountain lions or bears. So.... they were on their own, and they were totally cool with it. Sweetie did sleep all night at the door of their tent, earning much-needed brownie points from Daddy.

This morning they woke up at the crack of dawn and ran inside full of excitement - they loved sleeping in the tent. They even seemed to be best buddies all day because of their bonding time. During breakfast Owen asked if they could sleep in the tent again tonight but deeper into our woods - not inside Sweetie's fence - and I said no, they needed to be inside her fence. To which he responded, "But Mommy, how in the world are we supposed to get accustomed to the wild if we have to sleep inside her fence?"

So it's 8:52 right now, and I just went and checked on them and they're having a ball. But it is cold right now - 48.2 degrees to be exact - and it's supposed to get down to 32 tonight! So I may go out there soon and make them come in. None of them have much blubber to keep them warm.