Counting Sheep

Z had a friend stay over last night for the first time. At one point after a vigorous bout of wrestling, Z stood up from their pillow arena and announced that he now has three wallaby teeth. It wasn't until he asked me if I wanted to feel with my finger that I understood he meant wobbly teeth.

The boys were wild for the first few hours, but I couldn't really blame them, they were so excited. I still often find myself over-excited that I get to have a slumber party with PJ every single night. Being a grown-up is the best!

This is also the best, a hotel that has a permanent bed jumping competition. (The best monthly photo wins a weekend package for two.)