a different sort of morning.

this morning i woke up at five to a two-year-old heel kicking me in the stomach. liam wanted his "binky" and once i'd found it, he snuggled back under the covers for a two more hours of sleep. i, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. i started worrying about getting them both dressed for school, fed, and dropped off at daycare in time. the worries were completely unjustified though. we all glided through our own morning routines - mine being a shower, mascara, and my bag packed, liam and turner's being pirates, dinosaurs, dragons, avoiding getting dressed, and toaster strudels. i decided to get a chai before dropping them off at daycare. turner opted to sit in the car, but liam wanted to come along. while i stood in line, liam wandered around falling down, getting back, falling down again. i kept laughing at him, as did everyone else in the shop, and helping him back up. only when we got outside did i realize that his bright green snow boots were very obviously on the wrong feet.

"who is this young delinquent mother who can't dress her son?"

oops.

but now i'm back to only dressing myself, and my boots are always on the right feet.