The little one said "roll over"

It always amazes me to spend time with the kind of friends that make a three year absence seem like it was only a week. We stopped in Henderson , NV last night and stayed with some good friends who used to live across the street from us in Albuquerque.

They cooked us dinner and put us and our dog up for the night. Sam (our Craigslist dog) was acting a bit nutty all evening barking outside at something that was either actually invisible or only visible to dogs, in the way they can hear high pitched sounds we can't. I think the trip must be taking its toll on him as well, though we've been doing our best to get him out of the car and walk him around every couple of hours. Like all previous road trips made with canine companions, Sam has yet to drop a deuce, and I keep hoping that when the moment comes he's not in the car.

The girls had a blast playing with a novel pile of toys at our friends' house. There's nothing quite as magical to a three-year-old as someone else's treasure trove, and there is nothing that will get a three-year-old re-interested in long forgotten toys quite like another kid's interest in them. They played hard and the Bot fell quickly asleep on the couch later in the evening. The wee one crashed as well and spent most of the night catatonic between us on a queen sized bed, as the port-a-crib we've been lugging along with us in the van is as welcoming as a concrete slab to her right now.

As soon as we had drifted off to sleep we heard a whimpering from the living room. Sarah was gracious enough to go investigate. The Bot was face down moaning at the foot of the couch, apparently having rolled off at some point, though neither of us heard the thunk. Sarah returned to the queen bed with the Bot in tow. And then there were...four of us in the bed. At this point I was considering tying knots in the girls' pajamas, as queen beds were only made for two. Sarah tells me at one point the girls were stacked atop one another, with the wee one being the dot ontop of the Bot's "i" after sufficient kicks to the head, the Bot requested to return to the couch where she slept through the rest of the night without incident.