Striped tights and heart boots.

This picture is total bliss to me. It means Christian has a new diaper, a certain 3 year old took off her pull up and exchanged for big girl undies, hair out of face to eat breakfast, prayers, breakfast served, more milk please, drop spoon, get spoon, need napkin, drop sippy, clean up droplets of milk, start new load of clothes, vitamins, clean up table, clean up dishes, let's go- let's go- let's go upstairs to get dressed, pick out something to wear, Really? That? Whatever. Help put tights on, brush teeth, redo hair, shoes, where are your shoes?, go potty, get your lunch...Are we ready to go? Wait, why do you all have backpacks on? They are empty. Oh well, let's go.

Thank goodness it's not like this every morning. I love my Tuesday and Thursday mornings when we lounge in our jammies until late morning or afternoon. Some days we eat lunch in them. And I don't mind one bit.