Ahhhh, if only every morning was a Saturday morning!
This was the scene in our household at 9:30 this morning. The four of us were still in our PJs all cozied into our bed; S and I sipping our morning coffee while the young ones watch Tom chase after Jerry.

The sleeping bags were set up last night on the playroom floor so the kids could have a mini slumber party together. All was well until....

1:30 when a whimpering G woke me from my sleep because he "fell" out of his sleeping bag and needed to be tucked back in.
This scene repeated itself at 4:00 a.m. as I stumbled upstairs to cover him up again.
7:30 a.m. I awoke to the kids just DYING for food. They almost starved and I couldnt get their cereal in their hands fast enough.
I crawled back in bed (with my still sleeping husband), and 15 minutes later heard G calling, "Mom, MOM, Mooooooom".
I looked at Stephen and kindly said, "Will you take this one"?
S popped his head out of our bedroom door and looked up to G who was sitting at the top of the stairs smiling....."I love you", G says...then heads back to finish his breakfast.
Now I wished I would have gone to see what G wanted that last time...

The kids begged to have another slumber party tonight.
I threatened to not allow it since G didn't sleep well, but Allie stepped up and said she would be happy to tuck him back in tonight if he "falls" out of his sleeping bag again.
We'll see. She is a pretty sound sleeper like her daddy. I have a feeling I will have another fun night tonight.