I noticed last night at about 8:30 pm that my house was quiet. Too quiet. That usually means, I'm not going to like what I find. So, I start looking for kids. Regan? In the shower. Hali? She had fallen asleep in her bed while reading. Porter? Asleep on the couch. Zoey?......Zoey?.....Uh oh. Where is Zoey? Scott and I start searching the house for a small missing child. I'm looking in my room and almost trip over this.

She's so tiny that it just looked like the blanket was dumped on the floor! I came so close to stepping on her head.

I'm not sure what we did yesterday that wore them all out like this. But it was the most
painless bedtime we've had in a while!
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We've had experiences like that - where, after a frantic search of the house I've found our youngest asleep in my closet. He likes to play "Hide and Seek," but sometimes we don't know he's playing hide and seek! So he hides under the dresses in my closet and relaxes as he waits to be found. It's happened twice!
(ps - Our neighbor who is on the board for the charter school is Dianna Jensen.)
Reminds me of the time when we were all in a PANIC about finding Jordan and all the while he was asleep in his toy box!! She is too cute...and may I say...who made that darling quilt????
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