Xander had his first sleep-over tonight at my house.
The others have had theirs at different ages; but Xander seemed about ready now that he's in his late twos.
He is able to sit and discuss things with me now, and enjoys exploring at Nana's house and asking questions.
I did a little video of him at breakfast time while we were alone.
The first thing he said to me when I was getting the camera ready was "Where are your glasses?"
I had forgotten to put them on that morning, with checking on three overnight visitors, scampering around to get the ingredients ready for their breakfast and trying to just "be ready" for them as they were all waking up.
They chose to use the blow-up queen-sized mattress to use out in the living room, so they could watch TV as they got tired. The baby was to sleep on the couch, with the reclining foot rests put up, for extra safety.
I got everyone all covered up and went to bed.
Then at 2 a.m. I abruptly awoke to Xander calling "Nana, Nana..." and he was crying.
I had left small lights on here and there, but I guess he sat up and realized he was not at home.
That's when I took him into our bed.
He slept like a log.
I slept like a woman who had small feet in her face and small arms bumping into me for the remaining 3 1/2 hours of the night.
Then we got up and had some time together before I started cooking for everyone and cleaning up the kitchen, which is quite a juggling task while being followed by a helpful 2 year old.
They left yesterday and I miss them already.