My little girl is growing up (cue tears). We are very blessed to have great friends who have great kids so we decided to invite Emily's friend Caroline over for a sleepover a couple of weekends ago. Carolina is 5 and is one of the best behaved children I know. I always tell her mom Shannon that she has an old soul.
I think I was more excited than the girls. I LOVED sleepovers when I was a kid. I lived out in the country of Roxboro, N.C. which is almost an oxymoron since Roxboro was an extremely rural city when I was growing up. Lot of farmers and lots and lots of tobacco plants. We lived on 10 acres or land so I didn't get to see my little friends very often. Sleepovers meant a full day and night of girl play. So fun! I don't remember anything from before I was 10 and even after that most things are fuzzy until high school (darn those ECU parties in college. Too many brain cells killed obviously). So I know realistically that Emily will not remember her first sleepover but maybe Carolina will or maybe Emily inherited her aunt's photograhic memory. Either way, I was going to do my best to make it special. After some time outside, we made cookies.
The girls played dress-up, watched Disney's Tangled and then "tried" to go to sleep. We quickly learned that Emily is a very active sleeper so the trundle bed was used.
Whenever I had friends sleepover, my mom would make monkey bread. That was a special treat that we only got on holidays and I loved it! Maybe that's one of the few things from my childhood that I actually remember. I put my own spin on this recipe and omitted raisins and nuts. I love traditions!