I don’t know how much longer my luck can hold out, but I love the fact that both my kids still nap in the afternoons. I don’t think there are many four-year-olds who still nap for two or three hours a day (go Justin!) We’ve actually had to shorten Brayden’s nap in order to get him down at a decent hour at night, but I still get one whole hour all to myself during the day. That’s generally when I work out, but some days I say to hell with that and I crash for a quick snooze instead.

Such was the case yesterday. Chris is out of town on business for a few days, so the boys and I are on our own. Justin sometimes asks where Daddy is, but I just tell him Daddy’s on a trip, and he seems to accept that. Brayden doesn’t seem to have noticed. I’ve even developed a bedtime routine that gets both boys bathed and into bed by 8:15 p.m., which is the earliest Brayden’s gone to sleep in weeks. Yay me!

Of course, all this sleep training will likely go to hell when we fly to Saskatoon next week. We’re off to Toon Town on a week-long family visit that will include a big party for my grandma’s 90th and my dad’s 60th birthdays. It sounds like there will be quite a crowd, which is both good and bad: good cause everyone I would want to catch up with will be there, bad cause there’s no way I’ll be able to catch up with everyone while I’m chasing kids. We’ll see how it goes.