- Girls have been playing the same sleepover games for at least thirty years. Oh, except that I haven't heard anyone attempt "light as a feather, stiff as a board." Yet.
- I didn't so much clean up the house as shift stuff from one room to another. The "another" being my bedroom, because it's the one room in the house we know the guests will not enter. Ugh. Clutter.
- We're in the process of putting up new bookshelves in the attic. We really needed the shelf space, but it took me forever to convince the kids to let me make the change. What did they not want to give up? The Step 2 Toy Kitchen they received for Christmas in 2002.
- As I was hauling up the build-your-own pieces from the garage to the attic, the kids pulled out all the matchbox cars and played with them just to mess with me. Not that they're admitting that.
- We have a lot of Lego. That's nothing to do with the sleepover, really (Gemma's friends were far more interested in posing her hamster in the dollhouse than looking at the Lego, which says more about the hamster than the girl-appeal of Lego I hasten to add), but I've been thinking about it as the shelves go up and the Lego expands to fill the space.
- Those girls are never going to sleep, are they.