Silent Night, Holy Night

Last night, Ebba, god bless her, took the kids for a sleepover. All six of them had been talking about it for a while, so we finally scheduled it and luckily it was close to our 10 year anniversary. Parker decided he didn't want to go, and said the reason was because he was gonna get up too early and be alone. That prompted Francis (husband) and Lincoln (7 year old) to say they would both get up early with him. So he went.

Ebba send us a note at 9:30 that said this:

"Everyone did great tonight. The girls were busy and happy playing, and Lincoln and Parker were doing their own thing for a while with lots of crazy laughter. Your girls ate lots of pasta with meat sauce and Parker had his plain pasta. Got the girls down by 7:30 though thanks to Allison (who we just put back in bed again at 9:12) they were up for a bit, including one stint where Francis went in to find everyone except Miranda, who was asleep, jumping on Elizabeth's mattress. It was just after 8 when I think she finally was asleep. Parker (on a pad in Linc's room) was out like a light while Lincoln listened to a book on tape."

We went out to Kirala, our favorite sushi place and didn't even mind too much that a toddler was seated next to us. Then we went home to enjoy the peace and quiet of a kid-less house. We watched home renovation shows and old episodes of News Radio, which is one of the funniest sitcoms ever, and then went to sleep early. I slept in until after 7, but Michael was awake at 5 and did some work. We then enjoyed a lovely breakfast out, something we never do anymore, a quick stop at the office supply store for toner and then picked up the kids. Ebba and Francis were still alive and her house, albeit it covered with toys, was not as bad as I thought it would be.

Thank you Ebba and Francis for giving us something wonderful that we haven't had since Parker was born. Peace and quiet in our own house.