September 10, 2012
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Sleepover
It was a sleepover filled with fun and laugher and way too much giggling at ungodly hours in the morning—just like is supposed to happen. We made pizza and inside jokes together (I am still not sure how to translate them, so don’t ask), and went to church where the girls realized there are kids even ruder than their friends. They didn’t know it was possible.
I must say, their first experience with milkshakes will never be forgotten. I tried to make them pick something new, but they still ended up with chocolate and strawberry. We walked around “downtown” and took pictures, and had the girls riled up for hours—they blame the shakes.
When it came time for bed, I took them up to the top floor (where everyone hangs their laundry) and we sat in a circle with a candle and told funny stories. Embarrassing stories: the story about my skirt falling off in the middle of the airport won. But what scared the crud outta them? The true story of God healing my mom. Smile. Good thing they didn’t try to make me think up a ghost story…
Then church again and lunch (successful cooking by Rachel, by the way) and swimming in the pool. Their attempt to throw me into the pool failed miserably, but I let them think they won anyways.
And I finally got one picture of the Claudia, who wouldn’t get in front of the camera the whole time:
