HT woke up at 4:30 this morning to shovel out the driveway so he could get to work by six. The snow is thigh level.
The children started rustling at 5:30.
They used the potty (on their own!!!), and went into the toy room where they played quietly for a full 45 minutes, coming in just once to ask me to tie a string bikini top onto a stuffed hippo.
As I brushed my teeth, Seth looked up at me with his sweet little face and said,
"When my Lightening McQueen car started talking I turned it off so I wouldn't wake you."
They each had a turn on the computer as I did the treadmill.
I had my coffee while they ate breakfast.
We wrote in our appreciation journals.
They played a game of chase all through the house.
They proclaimed hunger and had a snack.
They colored and drew pictures at the dining room table.
They made secret clubs in the living room, dragging a zillion toys down from upstairs.
I sat down at the computer and they interrupted me six (count 'em) times before I even began.
I threatened them.
"If you interrupt me one more time I'm gathering up all these toys you have out and you won't see them the rest of the day!"
HT called to see how we were doing.
I looked at the clock.
"Oh my God. It's only 8:30???"
"Technically, it's 9:30." He said.