{"id":5680,"date":"2012-03-28T07:51:02","date_gmt":"2012-03-28T11:51:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/?p=5680"},"modified":"2012-03-28T07:51:02","modified_gmt":"2012-03-28T11:51:02","slug":"firsts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/?p=5680","title":{"rendered":"Firsts."},"content":{"rendered":"

I don’t remember who my first sleepover was. \u00a0My mom probably does, and I can guess that it was my friend Renee. \u00a0She was my first best friend. \u00a0We were in the same class, in a French school in Montreal. \u00a0We were inseparable. \u00a0We even shared our birthday. \u00a0We had many, many, many sleepovers as kids before I moved to Ottawa when I was 6 or 7.<\/p>\n

I’m a girl, and I don’t know if it’s a girl thing, but girls have sleepovers. \u00a0A lot of them. \u00a0Not quite every weekend as they become tweens and teens, but almost. \u00a0Or at least, that was my story.<\/p>\n

A month ago or so, Jaia had her first sleepover. \u00a0It was fairly impromptu after a dinner date with her little pal and one of my besties. \u00a0We had pretty drinks and delish desserts and then came back to our place to watch a movie. \u00a0The girls opted for crafts instead. \u00a0They set up little tables to face each other and began creating enough masterpieces to cover every fridge on our street.<\/p>\n

As is the story with 99% of sleepovers, the girls stayed up too late and giggled into the wee hours. \u00a0And then, earlier than expected, they were up again, taking the spots where they’d been only hours before, back at it, still in their matching jammies.<\/p>\n

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30+ years from now she may not remember this as her first sleepover. \u00a0She may not remember who her guest was or what they did. But I will. \u00a0It’s amazing how their firsts are so much more significant to the parents who let these special events imprint on us forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I don’t remember who my first sleepover was. \u00a0My mom probably does, and I can guess that it was my friend Renee. \u00a0She was my first best friend. \u00a0We were in the same class, in a French school in Montreal. \u00a0We were inseparable. \u00a0We even shared our birthday. \u00a0We had many, many, many sleepovers as […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[5,18,26,37],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5680"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5680"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5680\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5685,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5680\/revisions\/5685"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5680"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5680"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5680"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}