6:32 am: I wake to the quiet whimpers of our eight month old pup, Millie, who's kenneled next to the bed. I wait for a second round of her pleas before leading her downstairs in the dark, where we head outside so she can do her morning business. Glad I threw on a hat and coat - it's a cold one.
6:38 am: Back upstairs, she bounds into bed with Mike and me for some morning cuddling. Aside from Millie's routine licking, I hear more noise coming from our bathroom. Asher's already up and taking a shower. I find out later that PRIOR to showering, he finished filling out sixteen of his class valentines that we picked up from Target the day before.
6:45 am: Asher exits our bathroom in a not so quiet manner, but does take an eagerly awaiting Millie with him. After what seems like a half hour in Asher's room, they eventually make their way downstairs where I hear cereal and dog food being poured.
7:00 am: I hear Mike's Blackberry sound off a couple times in the kitchen - first two emails of the day for him.
7:15 am: Mike decides to get up, and less than a minute or two later Abbie rolls in from her room. I think she's come in to have her cuddle time; instead she has a question for me. Pressing her fingers out and in against one another, she asks me to guess what that is. Since she just was talking about "engineering projects" before going to bed, I assume that this is a science query. Wrong. Her response: "A crab doing push-ups in the mirror." Wow! Now that's an early morning zinger for ya.
8:00 am: Abbie finally gets up (she did actually come into cuddle as well), and I hold off a few minutes longer.
8:15 am: I haven't really been sleeping, but it feels so good to be nestled in the coziness of our down comforter, with no place to go till Abbie's basketball game at 10:30 am. Downstairs in the kitchen, I can hear Asher whistling a medley of 80s rock songs and Christmas carols. Somewhere in the fridge, there's a protein-packed Icelandic yogurt calling my name. I slip on my felt slippers and head down to join my family.
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