So far, our week in Maine has been fantastic. We’ve made turtle sand-pies at the beach, hung out at the pool, eaten way too many lobster rolls and steamed clams, and slept until after 8AM (!) each day thanks to the fact that we’re all staying in the same hotel room, which means that our son basically stands up in his crib staring at us until around 10PM, when he finally decides that the party is over and it’s time to lay down. Late-to-bed doesn't necessarily equate to late-to-rise with toddlers...but between the heat and the ocean air and THE SEAGULLS (each and every sighting results in enthusiastic-bordering-on-frantic pointing), all of us are sleeping a little longer and a little more deeply than usual.

It’s a little tricky, this staying-in-the-same-room thing. We haven't done it since we moved - a day that coincided exactly with the very first day that our son slept through the night - and it means that we more or less hold ourselves to our son's schedule. I certainly don’t mind this; I'm on vacation to sleep and to read Stephen King books, not to hit the clurrrb...but the fact that we’re limited to doing fun stuff during the hours when he’s awake also means that we don't want to spend a single second more than necessary in the room getting ready.

Which translates to keeping things simple.