Squeaker and I are spending a long weekend with her maternal grandparents on the coast. We had pancakes on the schedule today however I was unable to make them. As many of you know Squeaker is strong willed, some might even say stubborn, stubborn like a mule. We haven't gotten along very well the last couple of days. I spent most of this morning trying to get her to take a nap. She's spent most of this morning crying and trying to convince me not to make her take a nap. Her grandmother succeeded in getting her to sleep though, and sleep she did. She took a three-hour nap, yes a three-hour nap. The first hour of the nap we sat on the porch and tried to get the dogs to be quiet, but the Squeaker slept on. The next hour of the nap we sat on the front lawn and watched the small town's fall parade, but the Squeaker slept on.
I waved the baby monitor at every fire truck, ambulance, and tractor so as to indicate that a baby was sleeping, so please don’t blast the horn in front of this house. They responded with repeated blasts of their sirens and horns, but the Squeaker slept on.
I suspect it was a pepper fleck that finally woke Squeaker up. Once awake she didn't really want to hang out with me, because the daddy person keeps trying to put her to sleep. So the daddy person went kayaking on the river and saw a pair of bald eagles. I might have seen a juvenile too, the body was clearly that of a large bird of prey, but the color was wrong. Squeaker had a good afternoon with her family and yet again now, Squeaker sleeps on.
