Construction woes and giggles

Kyle's fascination with tractors has been ongoing since he was old enough to point and grunt "oo, oo, oooo" whenever he saw one. Our neighborhood is pretty much a construction zone with houses going up on all sides of us. Since moving in to this house Kyle has spent countless hours like this:

Both kids are very heavy sleepers (thank you Jesus!) so the various crashes, bangs and seemingly endless cacophony of living in a construction zone rarely disrupts nap time. Except for today. I have no idea what was so different about the sounds eminating from the new house next door, but Kyle would not go to sleep. Not even for a nano-second. Most of us know what if feels like to be sleep deprived, but maybe you've never thought of what it may look like. Until now. By 5:00 Kyle was bouncing rapidly between every emotion nameable including whiny and completely distraught/inconsolable to giddy. One second he was throwing himself on the floor to bury his face in his Bobo and the next he was doing things like this:

 

and then there was this:

That would be a pajama shirt on his legs and pajama pants on his head. Of course this was one of the nights when Daddy had a meeting after work and so needless to say by 8:00 both kids were in their pajamas and we were cruising the streets in the Pilot. It worked like a charm and within half an hour we were all back home, the itty bitties both off in dream land.