They took turns waking up first, sneaking out of bed--away from their snoozing sibling--and prancing into our room {around 8:30 or 9} to whisper me "Good morning, Mommy, I'm hungry."
It was such a pleasant way to kick things off. And so was Buby offering the last blueberry to his sister without as much as a nod from us. That afternoon brought a mix of whining and scraped knees, so the slow morning was nice.
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