Waiting for the day

Why do kids think they need to get up at quarter to seven, even on Saturdays? Honestly, there's just no reason for it. Today the offender is Grady, not Evan--E's still upstairs snuggling with Daddy. And little G who just couldn't sleep in has drifted off again in my lap. Ah, well.

Today we're headed down south to visit Alan and Heather in Pittsburgh. I'm excited--we've been trying to visit them at their house for the last three years or so, and I'm glad we're finally going to get there. I think we're also going to try to hit up the Apple store. Mike convinced his aunt to come over to the dark side with us, and it would be so nice if we could just pick up her new machine instead of waiting for it to ship. I'd love to squeeze in Beth and Ikea while we're down there too, but there's only so much you can do in a day.

The neighbors are having a garage sale today. I'm hearing the first customers approach as I type this. They have a one year old daughter and a six year old son, and they're getting rid of tons of kid's clothes and baby items. We were invited to put some stuff out as well, but I couldn't get anything together in time. Really, we're just going to have to have our own big garage sale next spring. Then we'll be done with all the baby stuff, and we'll be ready to get rid of the swing and the walker and the baby toys and everything. Oh, won't that be a blessed day? I suppose I'll be kind of sad, but at the same time it will be nice to reclaim some space in the house.

Now Evan is up as well, with a hearty "good morning" as he descends the stairs. Let the cereal pour, let the juice boxes flow! Showers and baths and pants changes for everyone! The day has begun!