Most of my mornings go something like this -
I am jarred awake by the blaring sound of an alarm clock. I quickly
Somewhere in between alarms I hear the baby. Talking at first. Content to stay in bed, so we let him.
A creaking bed adds its contribution to the morning noises. That means the boys are up.
Feet padding down the hall, Mya checks in to say good morning. Then heads off to play with the boys.
Baby is getting a little louder.
Hubby gets up and shuts of the alarm to head downstairs for coffee and to get Baby's bottle.
Baby is definitely ready to eat!
Blood curling screams erupt from the boys' room, followed by pounding feet. The screaming intensifies and gets louder. The words, "He took my Percy" somehow make their way out between sobs. Words of defense come from the "thief"
Alarm clocks, crying babies and sibling fights.
Its going to be a good day! ;)