A Night Of Firsts

Kid had her very first sleepover last night. Technically I wouldn't have thought she was old enough for one... and both Mr F and I agree that she probably wouldn't have been able to sleep over somewhere else. But her cute little (emphasis on little) friend came over after school and I could hear then dreaming up schemes of a mythical "sleepover". The playdate started at noon so I wouldn't have thought I had the stamina to follow through on an all day/all night playdate adventure. However, when her mom came back to get her after the 1st playdate extension I heard her say to her daughter "well... we're you invited?"

I'm pretty sure I myself wouldn't have offered... but... by then the kids had been together with no problems and our little friend had proved to be the most quiet yet completely direct kiddo I had come across... a truly delightful combination I assure you. So I promised she could go home at any time and her mom drove away.

A little while later I asked her what her favorite dinner was. She replied "miniature hamburgers". Hmm... we don't have that... but then genius struck... Mc Donald's playland has both hamburgers and a play structure on which to tire them out. "Do you ever go to McDonald's" I asked? (she goes to the hippie school with Kid remember... McD's may very well be on the NO list). She nodded emphatically (which may have been a lie since she also assured me she'd seen Sleeping Beauty... and that turned out not to be true) and the girls began to squeal with delight. I wanted to squeal with delight over not having to cook or make a mess in the kitchen! And so when Mr F drove up... we all drove off into the sunset. I decided whatever risk I was taking in offending her mom (should they be against McDs) was more than worth it for the memories of 1st Ever Sleepover fun I was creating.

When the playstructure filled with "big boys" who were a bit to crazy for my taste (and Kid's... but not that adorable tiny fearless friend!) I told them it was time to go. Our little friend ran right over to put her shoes on without being asked!!.... of course I had to tell Kid about 50 times to follow suit but what else is new? (maybe her mom will trade kids?... it really made me wonder if Kid would be equally cooperative for someone else... she'd be good but I don't think she'd be this good) Then we headed home to enjoy "movie night" featuring the aforementioned Sleeping Beauty. They put on pjs and snuggled up together on the couch.

After the movie they popped in their beds... and... get this... went to sleep! Apparently no one told them they were supposed to stay up all night trying to levitate each other while chanting "light as a feather, stiff as a board". They didn't get the memo that sleepovers equal all night singing and interpretive dancing to Tiffany's version of "I Think We're Alone Now" until your friends Dad comes in at 2 AM to tell you to be quiet (dude... he was scary). They slept all night long. Not a whimper, not a glass of water, not a potty break. It was heaven.

Baby on the other hand decided to throw our blissful evening a curve ball when she threw up all over my bed. Freshly made bed I might add (1st night of flannel loveliness). What is it about clean sheets that draws puke to them? I swear it happens nearly every time! Oh and yes... that was another first. Baby made it nearly 22 months without vomiting (not counting baby spit up). And let me remind you all that there is a difference... and it's a horrific one. Spit up you just think "oh that's gross"... wipe it up and lie down on the wet spot. Puke and you need to practically put on a hazmat suit while you decontaminate everything with even the tiniest of splatters. It's good times.


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