Yesterday morning I was just starting in on another section of living room carpet to steam (it’s nearly impossible to do it all at one go, with all the furniture we have, and with a five-year-old running through, so we do it a section per day for a week) when Heather called to ask if we wanted to go berry picking.
Goodbye carpet steamer, hello berries…
We had a lovely hour picking (and eating) blueberries with the four kids. JediBoy loved eating them straight from the bush and feeding them to baby Jamie. He and I picked about 2 quarts together. The weather was cool and delightful for berry picking, and it just started to sprinkle as we left. We spent the rest of the afternoon at Heather’s house, playing and baking cookies.
At about 4:30, JediBoy asked to leave because he was sleepy. So we packed up and headed out, and in less than 10 minutes he was sound asleep. The Big Sleep. He slept until we got home twenty minutes later, and wouldn’t wake up when I tried to rouse him. He wouldn’t wake up when PisecoDad tried to get him up when he got home, and he wouldn’t wake up when we rolled him over and poked him and told him dinner was ready. He just wouldn’t wake up.
He wasn’t kidding about being sleepy! He slept until 1:30 am, when he got up to pee, strip off his t-shirt, get a drink of water and join us in the big bed. We had a restless half-hour when he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be waking up or going back to sleep, but some back-rubbing and cd-playing on my part convinced him to go back to sleep. He slept on until the alarm went off at 7:15, giving him something like 14 hours of sleep.
Where’s the downside to this?
Two quarts of delicious, fresh-off-the-bush berries. I’m not a huge pie person, not crazy about pancakes, but cobbler gets me every time, so I had it in my head to use our first-of-the-season blueberries to make a yummy cobbler. Which is, of course, best eaten warm. But JediBoy slept through dinner last night. And we’re going to the park at lunchtime today. And we’re going out to eat with friends tonight. I couldn’t possibly save the fresh berries a whole extra day!
So… what’s a mom to do? I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. We made breakfast together…
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