We tried "camping" for the first time this last weekend. On Saturday Mags and I pitched the tent and filled it with pads and sleeping bags and talked about what it means to go camping. And we did nighttime rituals the same as every night except we walked out to the backyard instead of to her room. And then we spent the next 45 minutes with her bouncing around the tent asking to have tags read to her and singing loudly and blowing raspberries while Bill and I pretended to try to fall asleep. Every once in a while we'd sigh a little "mmm" in response to questions, but we tried to make it as realistic as possible that we wanted to fall asleep at 8:30, and struggled not to laugh too hard with all the shenanigans going on. A little after 9 she kind of fell apart and demanded in no uncertain terms that she be escorted inside and allowed to go to sleep in her bed. And we acquiesced.
Next weekend, we'll watch some movies in the afternoon so she can stay up later, until it's dark. Or coffee ice cream for dessert. Maybe that will help.
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