It's a Miracle!

First, the setting. Lizzy and I had to leave at 7. Dinner wasn't done, things were a little behind (hey, give me a break, I was spending time with my sister!) and I was sure I'd have to feed the kids and put them to bed like I usually do when I got home.

But no! We walked in the door, the lights were off, the house was quiet, the kids were in bed (mostly, they do have a tendency to pop out of bed every once in awhile, especially if they know Peter's around), they had eaten (as evidenced by the dirty dinner plates on the table), and everything was good!

Well, mostly. The baby was crying because she got the blankie stuck over her head (Peter had stuck her in bed mostly for her own protection while he tried to tuck the others in), he was being chased by a few stray girls who wanted to be tucked in, and he was trying to help Julia who was having nightmares (which is amazing as she hadn't even gone to sleep yet). But YEA!, he did it. I have to give him credit for it. I never asked him to, never talked to him about it, or anything. He just did it.

Congratulations Peter.