Memories

Ethan and Rachel share a bedroom now, as we're prepping the other room for several different things. We have to start moving garage stuff in there while our landscaper gets all the yard stuff out and has room in there to move around. And, we're going to be organizing baby (and kid) bins, cleaning stuff off and then, finally, decorating!
Anyway, I told them tonight that they were allowed to lay in their beds and talk, but they could not get out of their beds. I'm in the kitchen doing dishes and I can hear their laughter, giggles and silly conversation. They're talking about our neighbors dog and how he wants to "get the bad guys!" (he's a police dog) and talking about how the kids chocolate milk is their favorite drink at Starbucks, they want to mow the lawn with Papa, etc... I'm washing the dishes and having all these vivid flash backs from when my sisters and I shared a room together. I have such fond memories of our night time fun. We always thought we were totally getting away with murder, but something tells me my parents allowed it... and probably had fun listening in as well. :)