Morning is always a blast at this house. It starts with a cry heard either in one room or the other. Many times it is the cry of Christian, my son, my three year old son, who is completely upset by the fact that he has to actually get up to go to the bathroom. I totally understand. Many times I have thought I wish I didn't have to get out of bed for nature's call. Oh well, I am up and so is the family. Now the fun begins! Hopefully we start out right, that means give my wonderful wife just a little more time to nap. She never gets any sleep at night, between me snoring and Caden, my youngest, my one and a half year old, nursing, we make it a challenge to get some shut-eye. She puts up with us, I guess she must love us. I know she does. Even if she wakes up grouchy, she still loves us.
Breakfast is sparce many times, but not this morning. This morning it is biscuits and gravy and sausage. Yum! Christian and my favorite meal is being served.
Gather round the breakfast table and feast!
Great breakfast, but now dishes!
I hate dishes, I like them to eat off of, but I hate to clean them. I think I am not alone. At least I know that my wife hates it too.
Morning, is never boring, however it is definitely a start to whatever will take place today.
Now for noon!
