This is how my day usually starts these days:

I will be laying in bed in a deep sleep, then I will hear Robby crying. I will look over to the clock and it will be sometime between 5:00 and 5:30am. I will get up and walk to his room. As soon as I open his door, his crying will change to "hold me, hold me or hold you, hold you." Then I will pick him up and say "Good Morning!" Then he usually says "downstairs, downstairs" and I will carry him downstairs. Halfway down the stairs he will say "juice, juice" and by the time I get to the refrigerator he will either say "muffin man or pancake, pancake."

This morning we made chocolate chip pancakes with sliced strawberries. I don't remember a time when I ever ate breakfast this good, except maybe when I was a kid.

One thing of note: This morning when Robby and I were sitting having breakfast, I noticed a canker coming on (a sure sign that I am not getting enough sleep.) My mom gets canker soars, but my dad doesn't. I wonder if Robby or Ben will get cankers. I hope not.