6:35 a.m.—She threw her cereal because I asked her to put on a shirt (not a dress).
6:36 a.m.—She ripped the shirt off her head… and so goes her morning.
Kyleigh woke up with a stuffy, boogery nose, and a dirty face (I wasn't there for bed time; I was over at a friend’s for girls’ dinner).
She happily got dressed and even sat while I did her hair. Then she took Katelynne's flung cereal and ate it, sending Katelynne to more tears.
Kyleigh wanted to brush her teeth with her mouth full of mini-wheats. She proceeded to sneeze, shooting mini-wheats all over Katelynne's face and hair and shooting snot out both nostrils and onto her shirt.
And that was all in less than forty-five minutes.
I got to school and talked with my coworker, who has a 6 month old, and we discussed our mornings and how different life would be… and boring.