Everything is going slow. It is 9:18 and the Big One is still not out of bed. You know what that means? I have to buy new pants for him. Can I just start making him wear shorts early?
I made a gallon of yogurt the other day so it is a perpetual breakfast today. There is just something about yogurt and toast that puts #4 and #5 in breakfast heaven. Bowl after bowl is consumed by them.
So, breakfast isn't over, #1 is still asleep, the sun is shining in the front windows, #2 is reading his book curled up in the library chair, the chickens are cheeping, #6 has already stuck the iPod in her jammies and climbed into my lap to play anatomy games. In the background I hear, "I suppose the life of an anorexic duck doesn't amount to much, but it's all I've got."
Definite crockpot morning.
Very.slow.starting.
1 comment:
What a funny morning -- Can #1 grow any faster? My goodness, isn't he only 13? Love the pix of #2. Fun times.
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