7 am
Ian: Good morning mom. I'm a cat.
Me:OK. Good morning my cat.
I roll out of bed with the baby.
Addie + Ian: Meow Meow-mow meeeee-ow. (Translation: Can we listen to Mr. Mistoffelees? {from CATS})
We are listening to Andrew Lloyd Webber and dancing like 8o's rock star cats all before breakfast. I love my life.
Breakfast.
Me: Ian what do you want for breakfast? Toast or fruitshake?
Ian: Cheese and spicy stuff. And beans.
Me: We don't eat salsa for breakfast.
Ian: I want salsa for breakfast.
Me: (remembering that Ian usualy eats nothing for breakfast) OK. I'll make you salsa for breakfast. (Hey...at least it's fresh from the garden salsa, OK?)
Ian: (after getting his plate of food) I want a popsical.
Me: No popsicals for breakfast. Eat your salsa. (Did I really just say that?)
Play time.
Me: Ian, come here. I just finished cutting out your paper doll.
Ian: No mom. I'm fishing. (His fishing pole made out of a fabric tape measure clamped to a small pencil sharpener for the hook).
Me: Where are you fishing?
Ian: The Nordic Sea.
Me: What are you fishing for?
Ian: Alaskan bears.
Me: Did you catch one?
Addie interupts: No mom. Our family is allergic to bears.
Well, then. That's that.
What did you do this morning?






There are days that just get you all fueled up, and Friday was just that. I went to the