What were you doing at 2:30 this morning?

New born baby Lorien

New born baby Wyatt and his birthday-bumped sister, Lorien.

I hope you were sleeping. I wish I was sleeping at 2:30 this morning. Instead I woke from a peaceful sleep to the sound of childish chit-chat. I thought one of the big kids must be talking in their sleep--a biological tick they get from one of their parents. (Their Mother!) However, the chit-chat went on much longer than the usual slurs and mumbles that constitute our family dream conversations. So I walked down the hall to find Lorien and Wyatt snuggled up in Lorien's bed talking excitedly about the day.

Some how Wyatt woke up in the middle of the night and confused the light from our outdoor house lights for the rising sun. He hurried into Lorien's room to wake her up so they could get started on their Birthday.

At 2:30 in the morning.

They just about didn't make it to see the rest of their birthday. Instead of murdering them I wished them a happy birthday and sent them back to their own beds.

I know Wyatt did not fall back asleep. I heard him get up and down several more times before the sun was actually up at 6:00 am. He is so excited, but I predict a serious emotional crash some time around 2:00 in the afternoon. It is going to be a good day.

Happy 10th birthday my darling Lorien.

Happy 8th birthday my handsome Wyatt.