Good morning!

Our weekday school mornings are very predictable these days.  I set my alarm for 7am, get up and get lunches packed, sip a cup of coffee and check email, then go upstairs to wake up Sydney at 7:30.  95% of the time I find her in her room like this:

She knows that once I know she's awake she'll have to start getting ready, so she lays quietly to sneak her morning reading in.  So then Syd comes downstairs for breakfast, and gets ready.  I wait as long as possible for the little person, but almost always have to wake her up at 8. 

I go into her room, and the first question I get is "Did I sleep the longest?"  For some reason she takes pride in being the last one awake.  The answer is always yes, and then I get the big grin:

Then she goes to the potty, and starts to tell me how much she loves me.  Friday morning she said she "loves me 1000", and then she "loves me to the roof!", ooh, and she even loves me "as tall as Daddy."  I was feeling very loved on Friday :).