Stop laughing and start sleeping. (Impossible!)

Sleeping.  We've been doing a lot of that lately.  Not sick-sleeping.  Not I-worked-too-hard-sleeping.  Just simply I-feel-like-sleeping-sleeping.  I'm sure it's the weather.  When the temperature drops, hibernation mode sets in.  And it seems to have struck every member of this household, all at the same time.  One minute, we were running through the yard, catching frogs and flying kites.  The next minute, a waft of cold air went through us and we were all laying across the couches, snoring and dreaming of running through the yard, catching frogs and flying kites.

And when I say every member of our household, I mean EVERY member:

Two nights ago, Mae, Kyler and I were all strewn across my bed top, happily reading our books.  It's a great way to wind down.  Kyler announced that he had read for enough minutes to earn a 'hunk of pizza' from the grocery store, so he would be retiring to the television to watch wrestling.  It must have taken Mae and I about five minutes to pass out, books still atop us.  When Kenny got home, he turned on the light, saw Mae laying there, pushed her into the middle of the bed and then flipped the light switch back off to dive into his pre-warmed spot in bed.  He whispered to me about his day at work, so as not to wake our slumbering little princess.  I whispered back to him about our day at home.  After a few minutes of this, Kenny whispered, "Okay, I'm going to sleep now.  I love you."  I whispered back, "Good night; love you."  Then, loudly, Mae said, "I LOVE YOU GUYS, TOO.  BUT WHY ARE YOU TALKING SO QUIET?"  Oh, that little girl.  It then became one of those I-can't-quit-laughing moments that went on forever.  Once I'd finally quit chuckling, Kenny would start and that would set me off again.

I love my funny, sleepy family.