Timothy received a telescope as an early Christmas present from Nonna and Nonno, and with the lunar eclipse occurring the very next night, the timing was just perfect.
We immediately made plans: we set the alarm for 2:41 a.m Tuesday morning, placed winter coats and shoes by the front door, and prepared the telescope.
When the alarm went off Joe and I first went downstairs to make sure the eclipse was visible. I walked out the front door and literally gasped ... what a sight!
Joe set up the telescope on our front walk and I ran upstairs to get the boys. Timothy and Jonathan would not budge. At all. I had more success with Nicholas, though.
The three of us took turns looking through the telescope. Nicholas whispered (in typical teenage fashion) "Neat!" and went back to bed. Joe and I stayed, and the night was so crystal clear we spotted Orion and the Big Dipper. Really, everything was so magical . . . until we realized Nicholas had inadvertently locked the front door.
There we were, in our pj's and winter coats and fuzzy slippers, stranded on our front porch. We rang and rang the doorbell. We knocked on the windows. We pounded on the front door. Really, it's a wonder nobody called the police.
Finally, FINALLY Jonathan woke up and let us in.
Gee whiz ... who knew stargazing could be so adventurous?