My sleepy headed children are filtering down the stairs at 9:15. Mae's braces finally woke her, I think, as she's playing with them now. I can't imagine having foreign objects in my mouth all the time, waking up to them and wondering what's in my mouth (I would probably wake up every morning for 2 years and wonder what the heck was in my mouth).
Oliver, the first one up, was awakened by the birds. He comes down, fully dressed, chattering about the finches, cardinals and doves, who were evidently fighting over breakfast with some crows. The bird feeder is nearly directly under his window and I suspect he doesn't get much schoolwork done because of it.
Nathaniel has been awake a bit but has chosen the warm bed over the cool dining room. I know this because there's a window cut into his room which looks down on the living room. He's just now gotten out of bed and has turned on the audio of A Cricket in Times Square.
Aaaand ... it's time for breakfast! Y'all have a nice day. I plan to!
Until I write again ...