
After church, we stopped at Gramma Karen's house for a bit. After that, we stopped by the annual Clasen Christmas. It was pushing two o'clock, which is an hour past Nate's nap time, when he finally drifted off to sleep in Angie's arms. He slept on the way home but, as our luck would have it, was wide awake once we actually tried to put him in his crib for another hour of sleep. Not to be outsmarted by a ten-month-old, Angie and I took turns taking naps so that we could all catch some shuteye.