If you would have stopped by our place Friday evening, you would have found a houseful of rowdy boys, paper plates with only the remains of pizza crusts left on them, a constant {indoor} soccer game going on, a fluffy pallet on the living room floor, popcorn spilled in between the blankets & The Lorax being played not once, not twice, but three times in a row. {For four days now, the only thing I hear when I lay down to go to sleep is "How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally!" Please! Somebody make it stop!}
We had us a sleepover.
My kiddos are pretty lucky, in that while they don't have any real cousins just yet, they do have an already built in set of kids they get to grow up with. Ones they get to make lifelong childhood memories with. Ones they get to have Friday night sleepovers with. Ones we call "honorary cousins". I love that.
Jett wanted everything just like the big boys. When he saw their matching jammies, he begged to be dressed just like them. Note to self: next time purchase three sets of matching jammies for sleepover.
The boys finally wound down around 11:00 {Jakey crashed around 10:30, after informing us that it was "TEN-TOURTEEN" {10:13} & he was "TI-WERD" {tired}.
The boys had a ball. And me, I had a ball watching them having a ball.
From what I could hear between the three of them, there's already talk about plans for the next sleepover--how it will be Jett's turn to sleep over at their house.
I have a feeling we'll be swapping kiddos for the next oh, fifteen years or so.
I'm good with that.
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