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!