Midnight Bubbles

My little Preston, the darling boy, has turned into an insomniac of late. Alas, my champion napper is no more. Shoot a pickle (as my mom would say). Not only does he no longer nap, he just won't go to bed at all. After getting all the kids to bed, we'll be down in the family room watching TV, only to hear the pitter patter of little feet running back and forth in the hallway upstairs. Or, my personal favorite (er... not so much) is to hear the bathtub water start running of a sudden. Well, the other night I just couldn't take it anymore. After hearing him start to make his way down the stairs for the umpteenth time that night, I asked him if he wanted to go outside and blow some bubbles. Oh the joy on that little boy's face! So we blew bubbles hours after the other kiddos had gone to bed, just Preston and I. We had so much fun.

After bubbles, we went inside for some ice cream.
You've never seen a happier kid. By the time we were through with our midnight bubbles, he was actually happy to get into his bed. All in all, a success. (It wasn't really midnight, but pretty darn close!)