and so they sleep...
… there are now 2 bodies in my bed. Sleeping.
Previously, on Weekend with the Chickadees:
…. at 3:30 am, we found outselves cleaning up the vestages of yesterday’s birthday party meal from the carpet in the chickadees’ room… it was easy, with the help of prosolve and the absence of a smapp dog. We giggled in bed, thinking we had gotten off easy, in the 3 years of chickadee life, to come out puke-unscathed until now…
At 3:40, the littlest chickadee’s tummy wanted to play again.
And this little tummy continued on till 10 am, where, now, both the wiz and the littlest have retired to bed, to try and convice tummy that there really is nothing like a little rest to get back into the swing of things…. which bring us back to the present…. and it’s been thankfully quiet on the digestive front for almost an hour… which leaves the eldest chickadee and i to wonder what to have for breakfast ;-)
Blueberry waffles and butter and syrup. And a little Conjure One on the mp3 player for the eldest… something different from Hilary. Not better, just different.