Sleep Over

I still remember my first sleep over-- Angela Ballengee's house.  I think i was 5, maybe 6.  I knew it was a big deal because my mom was so excited.  And it was catching.  Henry and Silas had their first sleepover guest tonight and so far so good.  They're still chattering a bit after 9:30 but i believe they'll be quieting down soon for sleep.  They're all three on the floor on a big pile of blankets and looking forward to a morning of plants vs. zombies and waffles. 

I had hoped to make homemade muffins, but with a crazy workday, a flat tire this am, and a snowstorm-- let's just say toaster waffles will fit the bill.  Here's to happy memories and not having to tell them to quiet down again!