The First Slumber Party

For many of you the title of this entry may have sent chills down your spine- The First Slumber Party. If there is one thing I can give myself credit for as a mom is that I actually look forward to and enjoy these things. I also know what to expect: lots of giggling, high pitched screaming, running around, lack of actual sleep

Frank on the other hand has never experienced a slumber party. (And no, for all you boys out there, there is hardly ever pillow fights and if there are you can bet it is not in only underwear.) His sister is enough older than him that this was also Frank’s First Slumber Party. Yes, he is shivering.

Meredith’s cousin who is a year and a half older came over last Saturday. My brother and other niece and sister also came over for most of the evening. We had pizza and they played and had a great time, as usual, and the gang took off shortly before bed time.

Now, Meredith is only 3 and she was so excited awaiting the sleep over that she was anxious all day. She didn’t nap, which isn’t unusual, but with the added excitement and later evening she was quite the crab as the evening went on.

The girls wanted to sleep in Meredith’s room, so we put an air mattress on the floor, finally got them settled down and Meredith’s crabbiness in somewhat of control. In the middle of the night Meredith called out for me. I went over to find the girls on the air mattress practically bent in half their little hind ends on the floor and head and feet up. Apparently our air mattress had a hole. We shifted Meredith to her bed and dug out the other air mattress for my niece. They drifted back to sleep and woke us up in the morning holding hands and giggling at the foot of the bed.

Overall it was fine, but I will say I think we will let Meredith get a little older before the next sleep over. And please don’t tell Frank that when they get older they will be louder, raiding the fridge in the middle of the night, as much giggling, probably not getting actual sleep until 2 a.m. , and hopefully not sneaking out to toilet paper someone’s house. (Not that I ever did that Mom and Dad, if you are reading this).