Secret Notes and Slumber Parties

Working from home has a lot of wonderful advantages. Probably the best is that I get to see the kids more. However, in the name of sanity and productivity, we have some pretty hard set rules around this:

Rule #1: If daddy's office door is closed he is working. This means there is no knocking and no bothering him.

Rule #2: If anyone is bleeding or if anything is on fire, you can knock.

Rule #3: (Added recently) Getting stuck on a hard part of a video game is not the same as being on fire or bleeding.

Now normally Jen has these guys so busy that its actually pretty quiet during the day. However, Katie was home the other day and wanted to take my lunch order. Being the good rule follwer that she is, she invented a solution to communicate without breaking any rules...



"let me in ples" was quietly slipped under my door, giving birth to intrigue worthy of a good spy novel. You gotta love stuff like that.

While we are on Katie, she got to go on her very first slumber party this last weekend. She was mega excited for the event which had FOURTEEN girls there. I could only conclude that the mother must have been insane for wanting to host that many 6 year olds, which was my second reason for not to want to let her go. The first being that nothing good can come from girl slumber parties, or so the dad manual says.

However, since the dad manual also says that your daughter will always get her way on things that matter most, I was forced to conceede. She had a great time of course, and was a complete monster the next day from the obvious sleep absence. She did however, get some neat hear treatment. Anyone remember crimping irons?