When my sister and I were growing up, we had a Friday night tradition. It centered around my mom’s homemade pizza, The Dukes of Hazzard, and sleeping bags in the middle of the living room floor.
Oh Man, how we lived for Friday nights!!! I can remember getting off the school bus in the afternoon, anticipating the pizza dough rising on the stove. After dinner we’d lay the couch cushions all over the floor, put our sleeping bags on top, awaiting the first sound of Waylon Jennings’ “Good Ole Boys”.
These days my kids are making their own traditions. Among them is sleeping in Emery’s closet. They ask me to move the toy boxes out and then they move in every blanket and quilt they can find. Next are the pillows and stuffed animals that accompany them during closet sleepovers. And last but not least, the books and flashlights that keep them up talking and laughing until way past their bedtime!
As aggravating as it can be sometimes to take his closet apart at 9:00 at night, only to put it all back together the next morning, I just love seeing them bonding like that. And who am I kidding? It’s fun when I get in there with them too!
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Cute.
But, I’m surprised they don’t make it your closet! His is cozier though. :)
And it looks like they make it a lot longer than we did half the time, before being sent back to our respective beds!
Love that picture! Really sweet to see a brother and his big sister like that!