Good Morning

One of my favorite parts about summer is that I get to wake this sweet little face every morning.

Bed-head and all, we cuddle our way downstairs quietly to the kitchen for breakfast. She sits at the counter on her stool and tells me that she would like ice cream for breakfast.

It is moments like these that I really try to enjoy because I know very shortly that there will be an energetic little man flying down the banister after us. Little brother will probably be wearing undies and a blanket tied around his neck for a cape. He will slide across the wood floor in his dirty socks with a wooden spoon in hand pretending (very loudly) to be fighting off monsters.

(His father will then enter the kitchen wearing a sheet over his head making loud noises chasing little brother as if he himself is the monster that little brother is trying to capture.)

Am I ready for the world of boys?