Sunday, Sunday

On Sunday, Brennan slept in until 8:30 a.m. For those of you without children, the use of "sleep in" with the time of "8:30" may seem like a typo. It's not. For parents with young kiddies, 8:30 seems like middle of the day.

Brennan awoke with an exuberant enthusiasm brought on by an abundance of sleep. He ran from his room yelling, "I'm awake! Momma, I'm awake." While he came down the stairs, slowly, step by step, he kept yelling, "Momma, I'm awake!"

I yelled from the kitchen downstairs, "Who's awake?"

"Me!" He yelled back.

"Who?"

"Me!" He jumped down the last step, ran into the entrance of the kitchen and threw his arms wide. "I'm awake!" He paused. "And I want bacon!"

I almost spit out my coffee I laughed so hard. "Bacon? How about some cereal or waffles to go with that bacon?"

"No, Momma. Just bacon! Mmmm, Bacon!"

How can you not just adore this child?

After the bacon was eaten and a (ahem) few Max and Ruby's later, we headed out for a family portrait. Chris's mom will turn 60 next month. In honor of her birthday, we all got spiffed up for a family picture day. As the only contingent of the family with young children, I was a tad stressed. I knew pictures could go either really, really well or be, well, hell. Surprisingly enough, it went fine. The boys held up well. No tears (not even from me - who hates to get her picture taken! Hate!) And I think we even took a few good shots. Our individual family shot actually turned out okay too. See?



Don't we look like one big happy family?