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Last weekend, our girls went on a field trip to a local fire Station with their Girl Scout troop (this is so cool as our youngest goes to all these events but she is technically not a Girl Scout) Most of  Dylan’s posse from school belong to this Girl Scout troop so it of a lot of run for her.

Dylan's Posse

Dylan’s Posse

Any who, they all came home from this adventure with Dylan’s best friend from school and her older sister.

She says, “Guess what Daddy? We are going to have a sleepover tonight! Isn’t that exciting?”

Now I don’t know what is the proper age for sleepovers is. maybe some of you do. But this seemed a bit premature in Daddy’s eyes. But not so much to my more ‘liberal’ wife though. So I went with it.

Eight O’clock came and the youngest girls went to bed, this is Dylan’s  friend. By 8:20 we had her bundled up and in the car to take her back to her house. She was too scared it turns out.

But her older sister by two years was still game for the sleepover. She rode with her younger sister back to her house and then rode with Mom back to our house.

Now I know you all know about the fun and shenanigans that go on at sleepovers. Well this girl didn’t.

Instead of sleeping upstairs with my two daughters she so much more preferred the roomier downstairs guest bedroom.  So while my two girls slept on the floor waiting for her to sleep with them, she rested leisurely in the queen bed downstairs. She preferred to be treated more like a queen it appeared.

But sleeping wasn’t on this girl’s mind. She came out once for some thing to eat. (we also had a pizza party for dinner that night) She came out again for something to eat. She came out a third time for something to eat.

I ended up going to bed around 11:30 that Saturday night, waiting for her to fall asleep. She was busy playing hide and seek with me. She would sneak out close to the kitchen. When I heard her I would get up and then she would run a fast as she could back to her guest suite.

I ended going upstairs to bed (my most favorite thing I look forward to all day). About 12:30 we get a knock on our door. She wants to go home. My wife, a lot more tolerant person by nature, got up with her. When she didn’t come back to bed immediately I got up to see what the story was.

Here was our guest in my office on the phone trying to call her Nana to pick her . She says, “I don’t know why nobody is answering.

I said “I do, SHE IS SLEEPING!  She doesn’t hear the phone.”

So I marched this young lady back to her room. Since she claimed she couldn’t sleep I turned the TV on for her and went back to my room. I prayed for guidance, no more interruptions and a house full of slumber.

The next morning I woke up to make everyone breakfast. Blueberry and banana pancakes were on the menu!  I go downstairs and all the girls are eating popcorn at 7:15 in the morning while watching a movie. Apparently our overnight guest found some microwave popcorn and decided to fix it for all the girls. Fine. “Who wants breakfast?”

Everyone but our guest chimed in with the number of pancakes that they could eat.  About this time I noticed all the lights were on in the house. So I started turning them off, following a trail of lights back to our guest bedroom. When I got back there it appeared I missed a party the night before.

There was an empty canister of peanuts on the nightstand, an empty bowl of salsa, a coke and a once bitten pop tart..all on the night stand. errrr!

In all fairness, these two young ladies are actually really sweet girls and some of Dylan’s best friends at school. I didn’t do my first sleep over until 5th or 6th grade I imagine. And I bet I was no favored guest my first times either. .. till I learned the ropes.

And I am sorry,  that is not what this blog is about. Let me take you to some place warm and fuzzy. Last week I threatened promised you with some more excerpts from Dylan’s writing journal. Here is one about her utty-ba-cutie  younger sister. Enjoy!

Skye at dinner with daddy

“I am thank full for my sisstre beckuse she is the Best sisstre a vall. I love me sisstre”

(It actually appears much longer written in her journal)


sisters in the rain


Lets hear it for Sisters everywhere! Sometimes they can be your best friend a vall!

Have a great weekend everyone!


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