When I posted yesterday about Murray falling asleep at 6pm and still out of it at his normal bedtime, I mentioned that I called my beloved Grandmother (who has raised 5 children and is very much an expert at child rearing) to ask her if I should wake him or let him sleep. She advised that under no circumstances should I wake him but warned that we'd probably be awake in the middle of the night. She was right on both counts. I'm glad I didn't rouse him from his deep slumber. When he did wake up, he sat up, looked around, talked to himself for a bit and went right back to sleep. I was bummed that I missed the entire evening with him, but he must have needed the sleep. He slept until 6am this morning, and was off like a rocket, yelling for a banana.
As busy as it's been, I completely forgot that it's Super Bowl Sunday this weekend. I don't even know if we have any plans. We usually do one of two things: watch the game at the Legion, or, stay home and cook up a bunch of fun food. I'm not such a huge fan of the day. It gets to be way too late for a Sunday. I think I'll leave the decision up to Craig and Murray and I will stay home together.