Breakfast is served

We dragged ourselves out of bed last Saturday morning to find Audrey in her booster seat at the table (courtesy of Natalie's muscle and determination) eating cereal lovingly poured onto her tray by her big sis. They had been up playing for a while in our bedroom as we caught a few more minutes of pillow time (I know, I know, parents of the year, aren't we?). For the record, we were not asleep...just sleepy. However, we were apparently sleepy enough not to notice when they ditched us and headed to the kitchen.

Natalie had decided to take charge of breakfast in our absence. She was quite proud of herself. We were proud of her, too. And a little embarrassed of our sleepy selves. Well, a lot embarrassed. But still proud.