waking a sleeping baby.

last night, clint had a friend over. our friend from maumelle, derek, drove out to see us. the initial plan was going fishing or gigging. but because the water is up so high, that was not really possible. well, i don't think it was. but i'm not really sure what they did. i guess they were just "boys" out on the river. i know they had fun. i can't wait for the day that clint and pratt can just go out in the boat.

well, by the time they got back...around 8, pratt was fast asleep. we had dinner. watched sweet kris allen soar to the finals on ai, and then derek headed home.

around 930, clint said, "i think i'm gonna wake up pratt. is that okay?"

had this question been asked of me seven months ago...when sleep was worth more than chocolate around here...i would have screamed like jack does on "will and grace". that high pitched...can't make sense of what you're saying...fast talk...scream.

but because pratt is such a good sleeper, i said, "sure."

clint said, "you don't think it will mess up his schedule?"

i'm telling you...i wanted to make out with him in the kitchen. i mean, it was like all i worked so hard for...he got it. he appreciated it. all the reading. all the worry. all of it.

so, we woke him up.

and let me just say this. he is TOTALLY clint's child. he never smiled. he was in a daze the entire 20 minutes we attempted to talk/play/love on him. he was not having it.

so once clint got comfy on the couch, pratt fell fast asleep. again.