Time changes things.

It's been snowing. Finally. I woke up sunday morning to the most beautiful, fat tufts of snow quietly falling from the sky. Sigh. Why wasn't december like this? And why don't we have more peaceful mornings like this?

As parents, our mornings have for so long been scheduled. Everyone with small kids knows that saturday and sunday mornings are the best for waking up early and watching cartoons. It was great when the girls learned how to turn on the tv themselves. That would keep them occupied for a while. But then always came the one request (more like a mix between a direct command and a cat whining) for breakfast. "I'm huuuungry" just cannot be ignored!

Now the the two oldest sleep in every chance they get. We get up before they do on saturdays and sundays. And I always enjoy it slightly when they, somehow disgruntled, complain that we don't eat breakfast together anymore! Because now I'm the whining cat demanding breakfast while they are still cuddled up under the blankets.

Funny how time changes things.