7am

7am comes too early, now-a-days. But to think about it, when has it not? It was too early for me in high school, as I would place my clothes beside my bed w/ bookbag at the ready and not get up until I heard the bus rounding the corner. That's right. When the bus got to my house, I threw on my clothes and got on it. And I slept the whole way to school. If I had makeup on, I might have put it on the night before. Hah!

But I digress. This morning, El and I were up at 7am sharp. We tiptoed into the living room, threw "Hammy" (aka Handy Manny) on T.V., got some not-so-good-for-him cereal (Cookie Crisp Sprinkles), and poured dual cups of orange juice. Et wakes up about 15 minutes later. He's my sleeper. He's me. He got a bag and a cup and we all listen to Hammy.

The friggin sweet thing is Et was dry this morning. DRY! Et waited til I got his potty, sat down, and made morning tinkle. A lot of morning tinkle. He should have been super proud of his Woody sticker today. Woody would have been proud. It takes a lot for a 2.5 yr old to hold it. Especially through the night. I'm sooo proud.

But 7am, you can go to hell. No matter when I wake up, no matter what I'm doing, no matter what I have planned... time with my children will always be my number one enjoyment and the number one thing worth waking up for.