Mornings

Mornings are the one time where all three kids are usually (I use that term very loosely) happy at the same time.

Dylan's normally the one to wake up first. He comes and sticks his face right up against mine and says, "Mom. Get up. It's a sunny day."

Then Charlie stumbles in and lays by the space heater in his underwear because he refuses to wear pajamas.

Next is Macy. She doesn't always hear the boys right away, but when she finally does, she starts kicking like crazy until someone finally picks her up.