Our first family sleepover in the barn.
On cold winter nights, we would crank up the soba (wood burning stove), make it so warm you want to strip down to your skivvies and watch movies on the big screen with the projector. One night we blew up mattresses, cooked dinner on the soba, ate, played Speed Scrabble (Daniel won for the first time), read a Flannery O'Connor short story out loud, and woke up to a breakfast of biscuits and eggs cooked on the soba...after we sweated like we were in a sauna all night!
Katy and our friend Anushka have birthdays within a few days of eachother. (March 10th and 8th) We celebrated their birthdays together.
Abi, Elena, Anushka, Katy, Adriana, and Felicia all slept in the barn after dinner. I decided that I'm too old to stay up all night. Plus, I always prefer sleeping with my husband!
Abi is such a wonderful hostess. She invited the Ebbers kids over to dye Easter eggs last week. Romanians have a tradition of banging the eggs together to see whose cracks first. The kids enjoyed cracking the eggs more than eating them, littering the yard with shells. Blitz and Luther feasted on eggs Sunday, though our neighbor, who's a dog lover, said to only give them the yolks and only one a day. We didn't really listen.
I've still got a basket of Easter eggs in the kitchen, including one, that our friends dyed naturally. They taped parsley on the egg, wrapped it in pantyhose and dyed with onion. It's really pretty--kind of puts ours to shame. I always think about my daddy and those pickled eggs he used to eat.
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