Today, the Gods of Childhood smiled upon us, and both of the girls slept in until the positively lascivious hour of 9am. We all woke up pretty much simultaneously, feeling well-rested to a degree that had escaped memory, if indeed we had ever experienced it before.
So there we are, quietly talking and playing with the baby, and Sasha stomps over from her room. "Can you keep it down?" she says. "I'm trying to sleep, here."
(You could tell from the grin on her face, though, that she was just kidding.)
My kitchen is: Really not terrific. Perhaps this weekend I'll find the time to do something about that.
Posted by andrea at July 28, 2007 09:13 AM