Maybe random kind ice-cream scooper girl is onto something there - and wether by plan or by default a lot of those little things in our home are just that - treats. Something that doesn't happen daily, weekly, or in some cases monthly. Extra hugs and tickle game excluded, the kiddos seem to know that there are everyday events and then there are those things that happen less frequently - sometimes as a reward - sometimes just for fun. So I suppose it's no wonder that the event on the girls lips the other week - the thing they just couldn't stop talking about - the one thing they begged for and dreamed of was a sleepover in Mommy and Daddy's room. It's nice that they have dreams that we can make come true...
This night was much like our other special nights - a movie, some popcorn from daddy, a little pedicure from mommy... but before we went down and picked our movie and selected our colors we unrolled the sleeping bags across the floor. Their eyes were wide as they carefully placed their pillows at the top of the bags and then their excitement burst forth and they skipped, danced and twirled all around the bags singing a little improv song about sleepovers and popcorn.
I was worried that the reality of sleeping on a hard floor and the realization that really we're just going to sleep may dull the excitement after a bit - like driving to disney world but finding all the rides were gone. But they were still pretty psyched to cozy up in the same room as their parents - even if they were too tired to perform another dance.
In the morning the sun sent beams of light through the front window rousing the girls from sleep earlier than they are used to. Two fuzzy heads and four bleary eyes blinked awake and adjusted to their new surroundings... realized where they were and what that must have meant. "Did we have a sleepover in your room mommy?" "You sure did baby girls". "It was fun. Can we do it again sometime?" "Sure, baby."