More Saturday mornings please say I.
On Saturday mornings Squirms wakes us and then is hustled into our bed where R and I pretend that we're getting five more minutes of sleep while Squirms uses me as a jungle gym and tries to stick her fingers up R's nostrils. I like to call this family snuggle time.
We come to the realization that the Great is now awake too and Squirms is not going to lay quietly down with us and drift calmly back to sleep, so I find slippers and R starts the coffee - french press for Saturday morning.
Eggs, bacon, and grits is our normal menu, sometimes interspersed with french toast or pancakes. Dark coffee, the four of us in the kitchen together, and bacon. More Saturday mornings please.
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