Sleepover Not Slumber Party

That's the difference between boys and girls spending the night at each others houses.  Garrett turned seven, and for his birthday he wanted a "sleepover" and I kept saying "slumber party." Apparently I was wrong, but however I said it they had a blast!  They had so much fun that they were all asleep by 9:30.

Yes, Garrett's mom needs to learn how to write with icing.

Tripp wasn't allowed to "camp" upstairs with the big boys, so he "camped" in our bed.  And we stayed up much later watching our movie than they did.  In his book, he got the better deal.

Early to bed, early to rise.  They were all up at 6:30am, so I did what any good mom does, gave them all "guns" (fake of course) and kicked them outside.