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Friday evening we had Elsa and her adult contingent (plus her new baby brother) over for an impromptu bbq. Henry and Elsa wreaked much havoc and raised much ruckus and so Henry didn't get to bed until about nine or a little after. That, combined with getting up around 7AM all week to make it school, made for an interesting day yesterday. He actually kept it together surprisingly well. We got up around 7AM, kicked around the house during the morning, then at 1 headed out to my friend Jasmine's house so she could meet Holly. Her son was in town for the weekend and what with all the adult talking and baby snuggling going on, we ended up staying longer than we had thought we would. Henry occupied himself by hanging out in Jasmine's papasan chair and generally wandering around, checking things out. A couple of hours later found us at Target where I shopped, Henry and Dave had a snack, we all hung out in the car while I fed Holly, then we all went back in to Target to look at closet organizers and Halloween costumes. Dave and I knew Henry was spiraling down to the point of no return when he started running in circles around the aisles and generally not listening to us. After we paid, Dave hustled the boxes and Holly to the car while I hustled Henry to the bathroom. As we were walking out of the store Henry zig-zagged his way through the store security towers to the double doors and when we got outside he just fell over. Literally. I don't even think he tripped over his own feet. A woman behind him said she saw the floor pop up and trip him, after which he stood himself up, looked a little dazed and embarrassed, then sprinted to our car. He spent part of the ride home doing his best impression of a bobble-head, and by the time we pulled into our driveway he was out like a light. He and Dave stayed in the car for a bit while I took Holly in, fed her, and got dinner in the oven. It was impressive. It took four years, but I think we finally wore him out.