a typical morning

first i awake to a goop-eyed cutie.

i try to ignore the impulse to fuss over her poor clogged tear duct. let it run its course, mom.

gwen starts to fuss a sound like, "nay nay!" i giggle at her and we nurse and nurse.

 little sister joins the giggles.

 then big brother creeps semi-quietly under the bed to try to startle us. we say, "we can hear you, liam." he pops his bead-head up and asks what gave it away. 

 then we snuggle there until someone suggests breakfast.

ossi and finn get up when the sky is hot and the eggs are sunny-side up.