Letter 15

Dear Lincoln and Shea,
This morning I woke to my alarm clock, aka Shea. I kept to my usual routine: pull up the covers and fold them over gently then slide out carefully so as not to make too many wrinkles, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and head into the nursery. As I gently opened the door, careful not to make much noise and wake up, what I thought would be my little guy sleeping, I noticed Linc's covers on the floor and his bed empty. So much for being careful. Only, where were you? I scanned the room and ah, yes. There you were. A foot taller, thanks to the foot stool you had made with Shea's crib, and your arms: one holding on to the crib for support, one dangling in front of Shea, taunting her with her pillow. Shea, you were in a crawl position and grinning from ear to ear. "Hi! Mama!" I grin. "Good morning Lincoln." Why am I so blessed? Such radiant faces greeting me. It was then that I saw the clock. 6:44am. Oh my. Early birds, you're still not getting breakfast till 8 so let's try being the second mouse that gets the cheese, okay?

I love you my little bustling brood!