Paige didn't seem too interested in napping. No worries. We were being treated to a Robickle lunch and then Paige would have all afternoon to nap at Grandpa and Grandma's. Paige didn't think much of that plan. Maybe 1/2 an hour of total napping that afternoon.
Okay, no problem. She's only going to be extra tired for sleep Saturday night, right? Nope. Eight o'clock and she is bouncing off the walls. We tried everything but ultimately made the executive decision that the best course of action was to bail on the Super Bowl party and head back home.
Ten o'clock we are packed up and on the road in the middle of a rain storm. Rain changed to slush in Hamilton and then snow by the 401. I've never seen the 401 so deserted. Traffic must have been backed up east of Highway 6 because there only seemed to be a dozen of us on the whole stretch from 6 to Cambridge.
Took us almost 3 hours to crawl home when it would usually be a 2 hour trip. The truck was awesome though. Probably helped having a metric tonne of baby stuff in the back for traction.
So, we're all trying to catch up on sleep today. The result of our trip was regrettable but we don't regret the attempt. Paige wasn't ready for an out-of-town sleepover yet but we'll keep trying. It was worth it just to capture this game of toss the washcloth with Peanut and Grandpa.