I awoke this morning to the sound of four little feet running down the hallway and my favorite voice calling “Mama!” Holland and Braiden spent the night curled up in the big bed with Oma, and were raring to go almost as soon as the sun was up.
Fueled by Cheerios and the adrenaline that is unique to small children, the two girls were on 10 the whole morning. Books, toys, puzzles, sidewalk chalk, ice cream, hot dogs, and they were deliriously happy. Other than a few tense moments regarding the sharing of the Rock Band guitars, things were surprisingly cooperative most of the day.
Finally, around 3:30, Holland had enough. She was getting more antisocial by the minute, which definitely meant that a nap was in order. I put her in bed, and after two minutes of bloodcurdling screams, there was total silence and she was out. Nikay and Braiden left during a break in the rain that snuck up on us, and the rest of the night was calm and quiet. Crawfish for dinner and a good night’s sleep, and we head for Patterson on Sunday to watch the World Cup with Opa!