Changes

I recently realized my need to rediscover the alarm clock.  No longer are my children immediately coming into my room and poking me as soon as they wake up.  Now, the time is used to assert their independence - watch some extra cartoons, make their own breakfast, do some coloring...
I woke up the other morning to sounds of quiet talking, scheming, I could tell.  I came out of the bedroom, around the corner, and on the small round table in the apartment I found slices of bread, cereal in ziploc bags, the milk carton out, and a broken, runny egg sliding off the table onto the carpet.  Yes, runny egg onto the carpet.  I was tired, groggy, and all I could do was ask "and just what is going on in here?", to which Sofia replied "I'm helping Belyn get breakfast, mommy!"  Which is really darling, and sweet, and this is the behavior as parents we like to encourage... however, runny egg on the carpet is not my cup of tea first thing in the morning.  When I asked about the egg, she replied "oh, it's supposed to be hard-boiled egg but it opened like this instead".  As my grogginess was lifting, I had to hide my grin behind my hand.  She just knew the eggs in the shell at breakfast were hard, so why would these in the fridge be any different?  So.... I thanked her for her tremendous effort, explained that all of the eggs in the fridge are runny until we cook them, and we set to work cleaning up the runny egg to hopefully not have rotten egg smelling up the apartment by the end of the day, and on we went.

Really and truly, I need to start setting the alarm again!!