7am wake up call!

Knock Knock.. pound pound on our bedroom door at 7am everyday by our youngest twin demanding he be let in to share his morning thoughts with us.

What a way to wake up every day!

A few months ago we started locking our bedroom door at night, aforementioned youngest twin had gotten into the nasty habit of coming in during the night, steam rolling his way in between James and I and taking over the bed. James would, on most nights, just get up and sleep on the sofa. I had had enough and started locking our door. The door is actually a set of double doors, and so when Spencer starts banging at Oh Dark Early each day, the doors shake a bit and he stands talking between the two doors.

I suppose it's even funnier because this Texas born little boy speaks like he's from Boston and that accent is so cute.

Most mornings I'm pulled out of a deep sleep and can barely crack an eyelid open before we've received a litany of verbage from him about what he needs to tell us. Usually consisting of why he needs to eat cold leftover pizza for breakfast, and that he needs a drink.

Add to that his 2 older brothers who at some point join in the game and stand there and try to open the door as well.

Casey, our nearly 8 year old has actually become a bit of a lock picker... granted it's not Ft. Knox, but he's been known to get that door unlocked. He tells me that he uses either a poker of sorts, we do have a few of them around in case any of them lock themselves in, but he's quite adept at doing it himself.

So then the fun begins.. in they all come, Spencer, aka Tank, worms his way in between James and I, Owen, our older twin stands there asking for Moke.. (translated from 4 year old speak into Milk), and Casey laying on the floor in a heap of whining and fake tears that he didn't get to lay between mom and dad.

Ah, the joy.

So James and I are pulled from bed, and our day begins!

Love those boys!