My whole house was slow getting up this morning. Except for David, who kissed me goodbye at 6:40 and I said, "Oh, it's late."
The girls were especially slow, and bleary-eyed on top of that.
I guess they had a late night.
Last night, I finally said, "Girls. Stop talking. (In my firmest voice.) If I hear one more sound from this room, I'm going to have your dolls come sleep in my room." (That does it every time.)
But they found a way around me.
I found this in under Savannah's bed this morning.
And then I discovered this in the corner.
Apparently there was a late-night party in the southwest bedroom last night. I'm not sure at what point in the night they had two ginormous bowls of popcorn. But there you go: evidence of my expert parenting skills.
For the record, I didn't hear one more sound from their room.
In other news,
look what Ethan and I found today: the raw materials of a space station. We've been looking for the perfect tubing for weeks and so we were pretty triumphant at our find.
We were giggling pretty hard in Ace Hardware using this tubing as a telephone. No one else thought we were funny. Apparently hardware is serious business.