I awoke to 3, cold little girls who came to snuggle with me in bed. All of us with frizzy hair and smiles on a Friday morning. Gav and Hunter were already somewhere playing video games or something.
It was an impomptu sleepover after a family birthday celebration last night. Not quite prepared for guests, what was for breakfast? Eggs and cheese, corn muffins and sweet butter, popcorn, chocolate-toffee candy from IKEA, lollipops and peach-white grape juice. Naturally.
I called them all “little monkeys” and was besieged as five grandbebes jumped all over me making loud oo-oo-ah-ah monkey noises and tickling me – which is absolutely not allowed. They make me laugh.
The hair-train (Averi was doing mine). :)
Good day, sunshine.
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What life is about. Xxoo