How To Know If Your Son Is Tired

So... it was Isaac and I by ourselves at church today. Windy, after running a highly successful ward Christmas party the night before, only had one nerve left... and Andrew decided to jump up and down on it. Aaron was a sickly little guy. Andrew needed to sleep (he likes to wake up at 5:00 a.m. every morning whether he's had enough sleep or not!). Windy needed Calgon to take her away. As a result, when it was time to depart for church, I surveyed the Price home and found: Aaron asleep, Andrew asleep (I immediately alerted the media and Ripley's), and Windy comatose (do people in comas usually snore loudly?). Anyway, I thought it was best to "let sleeping giants lie" if I may humbly mix metaphors.

I thought Isaac was doing just fine. He was upbeat about going to church, just daddy and he... hee-hee! Right after we took the sacrament, Isaac's head fell into my lap, and he was GONE. I mean, waking the dead would have been an easier task. "No biggie," I thought... I'll just sit here and listen to the speakers. Well, the speakers were wonderful, and Isaac didn't move a muscle. I figured he needed the rest. For those who are not aware, however, of all my boys, Isaac has some sort of nuclear reactor inside his little body. That kid could be hot in swimming attire at the north pole! As a result, if his body is in contact with anything or anyone for any length of time, he begins sweating profusely. Despite the fact I felt sunburned on my lap at this point, I sallied forth with the knowledge it was doing my son good to get a little snooze in.

However, during the closing hymn, he still wasn't moving. After the closing prayer (when everyone was milling around and gabbing) Isaac remained, unmoving, on my lap. I decided to gently lift his head, slide out from underneath him, and rest him back on the pew. As I did so, he didn't so much as close his mouth. This action also revealed that he had drooled and sweated two nice Mickey Mouse ears on my suit pants. Ahhhhh... my suits hadn't faced this abuse since they were just babies (my kids... not my pants)! Anyways, since he hadn't moved, I now began to worry just a smidgen. I checked for a pulse (yes... I have become my mother). Good pulse. Chest rising and falling. No other discernable movement. I tried shaking him and calling his name. All he did was close his mouth and swallow the remaining drool. Primary even had their opening exercises in the chapel and left for sharing time/classes without causing him to awaken. I checked back periodically to see how he was doing. Finally, about an hour after sacrament meeting (the Spanish branch was about to start), Isaac sat straight up, looked at me, looked at everyone else, and said, "Where did everyone go, daddy?" I told him he had been sleeping. "Where's all the kids?" (meaning: where is primary opening exercises?) I told him he slept through that too. He looked back at me and with all seriousness said, "I must have really needed my sleep, daddy."

Yep... he sure must've...

- Joseph

P.S. The was random... much like any of my future posts will be. Sorry...

P.P.S. I spoke with my sister, Sue, this evening (Sue Lee, that is...), and she shared the link to their family's blog: FredShorts.com! We've added the link on our main page too. Rachel recently added pics of her clan in the freshly fallen snow in Provo. I'm so jealous! I MISS THE SNOW! The whole family looks amazing!

BTW, I was in D.C. last week, and it snowed while I was there. If I can get my friend to forward me the goofy pictures of me playing in two inches of snow in northern Virginia, I'll share it here. Sorry... more randomness...