Saturday Morning

6:00am and I am giving up. I trudge to the kitchen and make my first pot of coffee. I fantasize about all of the people sleeping in this fine weekend morning, and I wallow in my pity party for a second. Gage is still sucked into his game so I am able to pitter-putter around the kitchen for a couple of minutes. I should do the dishes since I have a minute, but I just don't really want to. I get coffee going, and suddenly I hear Cote give out a shriek. I blast to the living room to see what in the world, and I witness the ridiculous... Bo is standing in his playpen, drooping a Rainbow Brite doll into Cote's playpen, and he is cracking her in the forehead with it. If you are wondering why they are in playpens in the living room, it is because we bought an old farm house and the upstairs does not get warm enough for their hypotonia. They have a bedroom up there and cribs, but they also have a station downstairs for cold days. I run and snatch the doll, Bo giggles, and I pick up Cote and cuddle her. What a rude way to wake up. She draws it out as long as she possibly can, and Bo is so pleased with his own naughtiness that he just screeches and giggles. So naughty, lol.

After that I change diapers and do a sippy and a bottle. Usually I would start with breakfast, but Keith is home today so we are making a big brunch. I make Gage shut off the PS3 and we have huge hysterics followed by about three time outs. I pop fresh jammies on everyone. It is the weekend, so we do warm juicy jammies and we don't feel bad about it one bit!

At about 10:00am I send Gage upstairs to wake up his dad, and I here squeals of joy at what I can safely assume is a wrestling match. They finally come racing down the stairs and we get started with breakfast. Keith and Gage are in charge of hashbrowns and sausage and I am in charge of eggs and country gravy. I am the only one allowed to do the eggs right now because the shells need to be cracked oh so carefully right now so I can grow my seedlings in them come Spring.

After breakfast is cooked, Gage sits in his spot at the table, and Bo and Cote are popped in their highchairs. They will not eat a single thing we made. They laugh, they spit and they smear. They want pudding, and I am playing the stubborn card this morning. There are Gerber Puffs from one end of the dining room to the other, and I am losing the breakfast battle. I go to help Bo take a drink of his sippy cup and he reaches up and squeezes it as hard as he can. The lid pops off and he is doused with an entire cup of grape juice! Without saying a word, Keith gets up, walks to the bathroom and starts running a bath.

Lol... these kids. These kids!

We pop all of the kids in the bath and get everyone all cleaned up. We head into the kitchen and stop short when we see the dining room. I turned my head towards Keith and asked him exactly how cold is it today? He basically tells me in is awful, so I suggest bringing the dogs in to warm up ;)

So we did and in under ten minutes my floor is clean again! Hallelujah! Probably sounds grody to some, but I don't really care. I could have spent the next hour cleaning it up, but instead I was able to read 4 stories to the kids.

Keith and I made Bo and Cote another sippy and bottle and Gage got all his gear on to head outside. He made it a total of three minutes before he had enough.

Saturday Morning at the Burr house. Never a dull moment.