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Yesterday afternoon we had plans to go see my mother-in-law so she could show off some new furniture. The plan was an early afternoon fete with a plan of putting Andy down for a nap a bit early (say noon) hoping he'd be up at 2 pm so we could go. Instead, Andy took a marathon three hour nap so we didn't end up getting on the road until 3:30 pm or so which threw the whole day off (the good news is I was exhausted from an early soccer game-we won actually-so I got a good nap as well. Whoohoo!) As a result, we didn't end up getting home until about 7:30 pm so with dinner, story and bath, he didn't hit the crib until like 8:15 pm. He went down peacefully (I think he was pretty tired) and we retired into the basement for some West Wing and homemade burgers ala Bjorn. Andy then proceeded to talk to himself as if he was reading the paper to one of his stuffed dogs for nearly an hour. Seriously, "La la la ba ight aye da da" for at least 45 minutes until he finally went to sleep. It was really funny to listen to from the monitor downstairs.