Typical Morning

So, I realize that I've been rather negligent in my blogging this week—and last— and figured it was time for some updates.
As you can imagine, things around the RedHouse are still abiding in the typical realm of chaos, and we love it. Most days.

Morning dawns at 6 am, with Caleb passionately crying our names—"I'M AWAKE NOW!" Seriously, who needs an alarm?

Ella still greets me several times a night, so though she does not sleep as consistently as I would like—she keeps getting cuter, which helps me weather the morning hours . . . that, and coffee. Copious amounts of coffee.

This morning, before I pulled Caleb out of bed, I stumbled into his room and curled up next to him, thinking, maybe maybe, he would settle back down and go to sleep. (ha). Instead he patted my cheek with his chubby little boy hand:

Caleb: "you tired Mommy?"
Me: "Mmmm."
Caleb" "Ok. I'll go downstairs."
Me: "No bud, you have to wait for Mommy."
Caleb: "Ok Mommy. Get up. You need Coffee."

Ah, he knows me well.