Good Morning

I was wondering where you were this morning. I came down this morning, grabbed the last of the coffee and turned on the news. Unlike last week, the DVR actually worked and we had a picture. And for fifteen minutes this morning, there was quiet. Blissful quiet where I heard every word the pretty-pretty man said about the state of our economy.  

But there was no snuggling, so it wasn't much of a trade-off. 

As much as I appreciate the small moments of tranquility and probably talk way too much about me, me, me and my time, I love the mornings where you come into our room and say, "It's sunny, Mommy! It's sunny!" and then proceed to tell me that you are either climbing into bed with me ("IsnuggleMommy") or that we are going downstairs.  By this time Jordan is awake and well aware that conscious people are making noise and walking around, so we go and get her to come downstairs. 

Like her sisters before her, getting the baby out of the crib in the morning has to be one the best things in life.  The looks you have that seem to say,

• "It's you! It's you! You came to get me!"
  
• "Mommmy!"
  
• "I made something for you" (usually accompanied with a smell)
  
• "Did you hear me? Did you hear me? I threw ALL my toys out there! Aren't you proud?"
  
•  or the absolute worst, "I feel miserable and there's something wrong and you're the Mommy- fix this!!!" 
  

So right now I have a rock star on my lap (Eleanor has on her sunglasses), a baby right next to us, fifteen minutes before we need to leave for school and a list of things I need to remember.  Later on in life you can tease me about the staging board in the office, but for right now it's the only thing that keeps us organized while I remember shoes, hats, sweaters, backpacks, lunch, snacks for preschool and ....oh what am I forgetting??