What time is it?

The sound of the youngest baby crying after a night very little sleep can be tough. When Madeline woke up, I rolled over, looked at the clock. 7:22am, not so bad. Got up and stumbled out of the bedroom. On my way, Jay takes a minute to raise his head up and say, "It's not 7, it is 6". What? It takes a minute to realize that Madeline must not have gotten the memo that says she needed to adjust her sleeping. Jay rolls back over to continue his beauty rest. To see Madz little face smiling at you, so eager to start the day puts aside lingering thought of the of snot running out of each nostril all night long.

The Viera family was up and dresses appropriatly to pick up our friends for a nice brunch by 10:30. Not long after, we all rolled ourselves out the door and back home to enjoy some of this goergous day.

Today, we had to say good-bye to Dorothy, our goldfish. She passed a few weeks ago, but Emma was reluctant to bury her. After some urging today, we decided to bury her under the swingset. It was very sweet when Emma talked about her worries of Dorothy getting dirty. But, she felt content when we talked about Dorothy being in heaven with God, Grandma Pat and Lucy - our kitty. I assured her that God would make Dorothy some nice dinners.

The rest of the day was spent doing what I like doing best, being a happy little family. Nothing could be better!