Sundays at our House

Sunday mornings at our house have been an adventure the past few weeks.

I should explain...a few weeks ago, we moved "Crazy Aidan" from his crib in his room to a twin bed in the Brother Room. He did great. Except at about 5:30 am (EVERY MORNING) when he feels it necessary to not just get up, but get up, jump on Dane's bed, and turn on the light. They procede to have super-fun brother time until they either wake up Mom and Dad, or Brandon's Ambien wears off. (usually about 7am).

Enter: The Sunday Morning Challenge.

Sunday mornings, Brandon leaves the house at about 6:30 am, and he tries to put a movie on for the boys and get them something for breakfast before he leaves. I have the task of getting both myself and the boys ready for church on time.

Perhaps not such a daunting task for mothers of less resourceful children.

2 weeks ago: Dane comes into my bathroom while I am attempting to finish doing the hair thing. "Mom, smell my breath". Interesting...Dane appears to have chocolate stuck in his teeth at 7:45 in the morning. Where are this child's parents? Oh, yeah. "Mom, me and Aidan ate all your cinnamints". I don't have any cinnamints. Could he be referring to the party size mint chocolate holiday M&Ms that I had just bought on Christmas clearance? The ones that were UNOPENED? My apologies to Dane and Aidan's Sunday school teachers.

1 week ago: I come downstairs to find Aidan yielding Brandon's samurai sword. The real one that made me the Coolest Girlfriend Ever when I gave it to Brandon a while back ago. The one that is kept 8 feet off the ground on top of the bookshelf upstairs. I look at Dane with the questioning look, and how does my acrobatic 4 year old respond? "Aidan got Daddy's sword down." My apologies to Dane and Aidan's Sunday school teachers.

Today: No chocolate was eaten. No swords were confiscated. No hair was fixed. Problem solved. My apologies to the people who had to look at my hair today.