Trail of Lights

We just got home from taking James to see the Trail of Lights. Yes, it’s late. 10:39 pm to be exact. We skipped bathtime and put him straight into his pajamas without so much as even warming up his toes. Hopefully the warm bottle of milk will help with the chilly toes.

James seemed to love the lights. He calls them “pretty” instead of lights, I suppose, because they are pretty. I had packed up three cameras for the evening (2 cameras and 1 camcorder) but preggo-brain that I have, I forgot to charge batteries during the day today and we arrived at Zilker park with three dead cameras and no spare batteries. Oh. I did get 2 pictures of James bundled up and asleep on the drive there. He rode just about the whole trail on David’s shoulders while I pushed the empty stroller, and yes, we had a hat, mittens, and winter coat on him. He did still manage to get cold hands and feet though. I suppose letting him run around would have helped keep him warm but neither of us wanted to risk losing him in the huge crowd.

I’m hoping that he goes to sleep tonight because he was up last night with a fever, took two naps today, and skipped dinner. Odds are that he’ll wake up hungry with another fever again tonight but we did give him some children’s Motrin before bedtime. He can say “medicine” amazingly clearly for his age. Of course, it tastes like candy, so it’s no wonder he can say “medicine.” When he’s well, he usually sleeps 13 hours through so the middle of the night waking beats us up mentally. Yes, we’re spoiled with his normal sleep habits.