Good morning, world

This is what we look like in the morning... I'm just thankful to be alive; the other two are practicing their 'thousand-yard stares.'

Some people wake up easier than others. In our little fiefdom, Judah and Rachel wake up... pleasantly. Elijah and I-- waking us up is a bad idea. Better to let us rouse ourselves.

I was reminded of this today when my lovely sister Catherine (who has moved back to the frozen north with us, to this family's great delight!) was asking what time she should come over for dinner this week. "Anytime after quarter of 4:00," I said. "At that point, everyone should be both awake and sociable." By that I meant Elijah, whose naptime routine literally goes something like this:

12:30 Lunch

12:45 Walk upstairs

12:55 Parent escapes room with Elijah still talking (we call him our little 'Chatty Cathy' because he talks and talks and talks... and talks. and TALKS. And at this point you just walk away silently and pray he doesn't notice. It's a fifty-fifty proposition.)

1:17 Elijah reluctantly passes out

2:00 Sleeping like zombie

3:00 Still sleeping like zombie; parent comes in and wordlessly picks him up and plants him in front of Curious George and, if they value their life, leave

3:10 Bellows angrily that he's "Hungry! Food ! Now ! Now! NOW!!!"

3:30 Bellows that Curious George is over

3:45 is a real human again.

To each their own... at least you aren't poor Rachel, who needs as much sleep as Judah but only gets 8.5 hrs a night-- her first two years in heaven will be spent sleeping to make up for the sleep debt she piled up on earth!!

Have a good night all!