We had a humdinger of a burrito party last night. Two new burritos showed up, 2 and 4, wild and crazy guys who raised stair sliding to Olympic heights. (I encouraged it. We've had stair sliding events for years. Carpeting is the bomb on stairs.) They declared this the Fun House, an honor rarely bestowed on strangers' homes by very small children. We celebrated with chocolate milk and a round of The Lion King.
Sleeping is for wimps, so I'm about to rock some breakfast from scratch and encourage some more ball throwing in the house, because that's how Pinky rolls. Pinky totally gets how hard it is to sit in a car for hours and hours.
I think sometime this afternoon I'll get the house all back to myself, and I'll probably hang out in bed the rest of the day. Nyah to anyone who is jealous of that. I think bonenado is very jealous. Except if he got to stay home he'd be playing on the lawn mower.