friday night me and max hunkered down, ordered in, and hid ourselves away from the world for a night in our teepee.
max has never been a co-sleeper, but ever since our move has had a harder time detaching at night. one extra goodnight hug or kiss becomes a death-grip head lock with refusal to let go. with this guy it's a slippery slope...i slept with him the first few nights living here to get him acclimated and it set up a pretty cushy standard. long story short, he got a taste for sleeping with mama and asks for it pretty regularly now.
(which is beyond tempting for me, considering during the day he wants way more guy time then me-time)
to tide him over, i've been promising him we'd set up a special mama/max sleep over but wanted to do it up right. i found this online tutorial to build a teepee...it seemed the most feasible for me to do, only i used wood closet rods and rope instead.
and so we teepeed! and, because i am who i am, i forced us to make feather headdresses and read cowboy and indian books. max isn't much for themes, but humored me anyway.
we started downstairs then decided to migrate our tribe up to his room...which you can imagine how silly i looked trying to take an assembled teepee up a flight of stairs. there was no way i was taking that thing down after it took me forever and a day to get it to sit up straight. plus i wrapped at least 500 feet of rope around the top.
when it came time for bed, max told me he would rather sleep alone but asked if i could lay outside his teepee for a little while. i guess there is just as much peace in knowing you have the option as there is in actually acting on it.
so i laid there and slipped my hand under the tent and he held it tight for a few hours. i didn't dare fall asleep.
i would build and wrangle up a thousand more teepees for a little bit more of that.