Boo’s been asking for a sleepover for some time now. With whom, you may well ask? Well, just her little brother, so she won’t be far away!
It finally happened last weekend. Whilst the children were eating their tea, I nipped upstairs and pulled out Little Man’s trundle bed and got Boo’s bed ready for her first ever sleepover.
It’d be fair to say that when she discovered it, she was excited!
OK, so it didn’t go quite to plan. Little Man wasn’t keen on having a guest in his room, initially, so he took a few minutes to settle down. After that, all went quiet and the both slept well. Until around 2am when Little Man’s shout woke us and he’d managed to fall out of bed and wedge himself between his bed and Boo’s! He hasn’t fallen out of bed since his first week in it, so I can only guess that he was leaning over towards his sister in the night, and leant that bit too far! I then awoke to hear him saying his sister’s name over and over until she responded to him, at 5.30am. She didn’t really want to be awake then, and I wanted her to get more sleep, too, so I popped him into our bed, and I went into his bed. Turns out she was fully awake by 6 and moaning at me for not making the sleepover more fun as I wanted to go back to sleep myself! I gave in and we lay and played word games for an hour, before agreeing that it was late, and clearly time to get up then.
Despite it all seeming a little dull, Boo declared when asked later that day by her uncle, that she had had the best time ever and wanted to do it again and again. So it seems a new tradition has begun here that I’m sure will get to be more fun as they grow.
I have such fond memories of having ‘sleepovers’ with my brother, too. They involved sweets and choc ices and The Cosby Show on a small portable TV in his room. It seems it didn’t take a lot to make me happy either! I just know, though, that these will be the little things that make up the fabric of their childhood, a happy one, I hope.