Breakfast

About 7 AM every morning, Joshua climbs onto the bed with me and Chris and says, "Is it breck-tist time?" And every morning after having woken up 5 times to go to the bathroom and once to put him back in his bed, I tell him, "give me 5 minutes". So, he does. Then he pushes the remote onto the bed and askes to watch the "linesteins". That's The Little Einsteins. About 10 minutes later, Joshua says, "Is it breck-tist time, yet?" Then I ask him to turn off the fan so that I can get up. So, he does. Then he climbs up on the bed and pulls on my hand and says, "Get up, mama!!" So I do.

This morning, I pulled a homemade frozen waffle out of the freezer (Joshua's favorite breakfast food), and I made an omelete with onions and cheese. Joshua came into the kitchen and asked what I was making. Then he heard the toaster pop up, got a chair and looked and said in an uncontrollable excited yell, "VERY GOOD JOB, MAMA!! WE'RE HAVING EGGS AND TOAST!" He calls waffles toast no matter how many times I correct him. It's been a long time since someone told me that I did a very good job at anything. Thank you, Joshua.