Slumber land
We've got some friends from Illinois staying with us for the weekend, and last night was ... well ...
LIVELY.
Our friends arrived around 9:30, after a post-work 4-hour drive (quite an undertaking in itself). So, after the drive, their 8-year-old twins -- one boy and one girl -- were not remotely interested in bedtime. They'd been in the van for a while, and they were (understandably) jazzed.
So their two kids and our two kids, who all get along very well, were bouncing off the walls, almost literally, until the early morning hours.
It's begun. Our home is no longer our own. The kids rule the roost, and everything in it.
I hope the house can survive the impact. Or, more accurately, the IMPACTS.
It's all kinds of fun, don't get me wrong, and we count this family among our closest friends.
And hey, maybe the kids can entertain themselves for a while, and the grownups can talk as friends, about non-kid stuff. Novel concept.
And then we'll do all the Easter stuff on Sunday. Egg hunt, too, though probably not outdoors. As our winter slowly ebbs away, I'm thinking of just turning our backyard into a permanent marshland.