We went to [long complicated description of relationship]'s birthday party last night. Didn't get there till 8pm, as I'd been in town shooting a wedding and then had to detour to my parents' place to pick Arlo up.
His usual bedtime is around 7pm, so I thought he would get cranky early, but I told him we were going to see UNcle Brynn and Arthur, and so he stayed awake the whole hourlong drive home. And then went nuts with Arthur; they ran around and around the huge backyard of [not my] Nana's cottage, through the shed, and stealthily played in the gross baths full of stagnant water when they thought we weren't looking. I mean - well, okay, it was when we really weren't looking. And Arlo gorged himself on multicoloured popcorn (which came out a khaki green today).
Suddenly I realised it was 10pm. Whoops! And Arlo was practically begging me to go to bed. I didn't want to go home just yet, I hadn't caught up with Brynn for ages, so Marianne set up two foam cot mattresses for the boys and I told them a story and remarkably they just went to sleep together. Okay, okay, probably not so remarkable since it was 10pm.
I took this shot in the wee hours of the morning (with my new flash on! I finally have my own flash...)