Bruce is in charge of "hunting" for breakfast (AKA waking me up), while Maow stands on the bookcase meowing at him and supervising. It's like they're prehistoric cavemen...er, cavecats? I should tell my little orange girl that it's 2008 and she's perfectly capable of hunting herself.
Bruce usually pokes and prods me at 7AM daily until I stir, but for some reason today he curled up in bed next to me and enjoyed a petting session. Well, this did NOT please his sister. She got on a nearby chair and started wailing at him, as if to say, "Bruuuuuuuuuuuce, stop fooling around, get her to feed us NOW!"
As for my third child...when I woke up this morning, I could hear pages turning. I looked over and saw Theo reading a book in bed. I wonder how long he'd been up reading. Isn't he the sweetest? He's such a good boy, we're so lucky.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
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You get to sleep until 7???? You stinker! You have managed to train your family well...
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