In an attempt to resolve some sleep-resistance-issues, I tried to provide Porter with a bit more play time and a bit less errand-running time today. We started off while Matilda was at school with taking the tee-ball set to a park. At home he's gotten so good at swinging that we've forbidden in-house tee-ball. At the park, turns out he has no use for the tee. He spent the whole time playing some kind of golf/field hockey type sport. He hit and then chased down the ball back and forth on this cement pad for 45 minutes. Very good in the tiring-out department, probably better than just fetching a ball in between tee-ball set ups.
Who can resist a pile of freshly dug up dirt? Actually, Porter was telling me not to touch the diggers' dirt. Once I explained it was from a ground squirrel and not a digger, then he decided we had authority to play in it. Strange logic. 
A nice genuine smile as we played peek-a-boo through the car window.
When I could no longer take the pre-dinner fussing this evening, I threw together a hodge-podge picnic for dinner and hauled the kids up to the Observatory. Neither of them can resist running on that lawn and I knew it would be a nice way to pass the time until Tim could finally escape home from his late work night.
Goofballs.
The whole wear-down scheme seemed to work, for today at least, since he went to sleep with (almost) no fuss at a quite reasonable bedtime.
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