Last night at around 10:00, hubby and I decided to order a pizza. Bram got up and joined us. It was an impromptu pizza party at the house at 11:00, way past his bedtime of 8. When the pizza guy arrived I made him hide in our room so the driver wouldn't think we were bad parents letting our 3 year old stay up until 11. Why did I care? We live in such a small town that I am almost positive that he has seen crazier things on his deliveries than a toddler up at 11.
Oh well, it was a fun night and everyone slept in for some reason and all is peaceful. I get a facial at 1!!! YIPPEE!!!!