Brooks is like an alarm clock that never misses a beat, no power outages over here. It's usually 6:15, and that means one of us has to get up. Usually it's ME. So I've begged and I've pleaded, and I've grumpily demanded oh every once in awhile, that PLEASE could I have one morning a weekend to at least sleep in till 7.
Ryan's decided on "his" weekend morning, he'd start the new tradition of making waffles with the boys. And ain't they a beauty. I like traditions, and they say kids need them.
Now to get the sleepy head up so he can continue the tradition.......
