Cousin Sleepover Take Two (49/60)

I had this post planned all day yesterday and was snapping photos for it . . . and then when I sat down in the evening to post it . . . I got utterly and completely distracted by baby Henry.

And so I forgot . . . for the first time to post.

But have fear . . . here it is . . . and more is coming later tonight.

Where the cousins slept . . . all in one room (and when I asked them to clean everything up and put it away . . they did, instantly . . . best kids ever!)

Pretty much what the did all day every . . . drawing . . . and discussing what they are drawing . . .

And periodically . . .some legos were played with . . .

And then we had a weenie roast . . . outisde . . .

And this morning. . . they made up chants and dances . . . Whilce

Sweet little Hen watched . . .

Overall, best kids, best time, best Fall Break in years (ok, I have to say that or I'd cry not being in Canada . . . that's killing me).

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