[A guest post by my husband, Glenn]
If you are a regular reader of my wife’s blog, you will notice that we are unconventional in a few ways. One of these unique characteristics is our enjoyment of Saturday mornings at 6am – let me count the ways:
Letting the dog out of her kennel and into the yard. The way that she bolts out of the door as if the squirrel that she sees will disappear into the morning mist.
The sound of Samuel and Jordan playing imaginary games on the kitchen floor. Although Jordan is inordinately loud for this early in the morning, it is nice to hear them getting along well as brothers.
The sound of the coffeepot. LOVE the sound of the coffeepot.
The squeaky sound of Elijah calling for someone to get him out of the crib with his “hey duh duh duh… hey muh muh muh…” mantra.
Hopping over Super Mario bedding that has been brought into the kitchen for the morning, although it pretty much ends up in front of the stove most days with no apparent purpose.
Tripping on the bouncy chair in the darkened bedroom when retrieving Elijah from his infantile prison. OK, so this isn’t actually something I enjoy, but it is a part of the morning routine.
Writing a short blog post with Elijah pressing all of the keys his chubby little arms can reach. I just hope the drool doesn’t get down into the laptop.
Ruth is still sleeping. We’ve been at this for an hour now, as it just turned 7am. I would hate for her to miss this magical experience of togetherness. We should go check on her.