I am buried under a pile of blankets(ability to use a blanket = sure sign that I am not pregnant =) I hear the dulcet sweet sounds of chaos coming from the kids room. Ugh. I don't want to get up. 10 more minutes...they can wait 10 more minutes...
Gavin: "The twins are awake!"(Gavin can climb over the gate and so he comes to my bed most mornings around 6:30)
Me: "They are...why don't you go let them out." (he can also take down the gate)
A minute later Jane wanders in, hair skeewumpus and eyes still full of sleep. Atticus I can still hear yelling to be let out. Apparently he didn't get the monkey gene and is still not able to climb out of his bed.
Me: (still trying not to move from under the blankets) "Gavin, will you go help Atticus out of bed?"
Gavin: (very excited) "Yes Mom!"
A couple of minutes later they both wander in, and Atticus has a huge grin on his face. My goal of sleeping longer is soon destroyed and the morning rush of diapers, breakfast, etc. begins. It is not till much later that I walk in the kids room and find this: