"But it's still morning!"

Bedtimes are a bit challenging these days, now that it is light out until almost 11pm (not to mention the ungodly hour that the sun rises again!) Alex often protests, "But it's still morning!" when I tell him that it's time to get ready for bed. Not that I can blame him, with the sun at the back of the house, it really is hard to convince the kids that the light streaming in the windows at 8pm is signalling an end to the day. Not that I'm complaining... beats winter when I drive to work in the dark and drive home in the dark.

Alas, though, a new dilemma! I time our trips to the city so that I can head home at bedtime. We hang out at the Grandparents' homes until 8 and I get them in their pyjamas before we hit the road. Connor always falls asleep during the hour drive and Alex does most of the time. Cory and I are usually able to carry the boys from the car to their beds, asleep. I consider this a night off! With two, now three, bedtime rituals to complete, it takes me the better part of the evening to tuck everyone in, so on nights that we plunk 'em in their beds already in pj's and asleep, I'm cheering!

So there's my lead up... this past trip to PG, my well executed plan failed! We were driving into the sun the entire time and both boys decided, despite it being 9:30, that it wasn't time to sleep, it was time to party!

Hee hee... here's my "middle kid" or my "youngest boy" or my "older baby" rockin' out in his carseat. (Cory would argue that you can't rock out to John Michael Montgomery, but hey, my blog, my music!)