Happy Saturday

When I finally got out of bed this morning (my eyelids were glued shut, so I fought the battle until 8:30), Aaron had already watered the yard, done some dishes, and set the kids up to eat their leftover donuts at their small table.  I tried to act like I'd been there the whole time by starting laundry and making coffee so my darling productive husband could sit down and play his new video game.

(Before anyone gets distracted by the relative merit of video games, please note that the main reason I'm even near the computer right now is that I'm looking up how to kill random bosses or whatever in the game.  I think I just used 1992 language to talk about a 2013 video game, but this is my husband's hobby after all and I think interrupting my morning article reading to look up this stuff is enough dedication.  I don't need to learn current terminology.  Plus, I'm a Mom now so I need to stay several years behind on "the lingo" or I would deny my children a full Mom experience.  Or I just used the term "bosses" correctly in which case, YEAH, I'm ON IT.)

And so, back to this morning...

I was making coffee so I could complete the eyelid-ungluing and eat my donut, but was distracted by a little girl who was running back and forth behind me, wearing nothing but Big Girl Underwear with her hair in a messy librarian bun.  She was also screaming "YAY YAY YAY!" while she ran.  This is God's way of seeing if you are really committed to your morning coffee - if you can do it while your eardrums are violently shaking, the angels will make it extra specially delicious.  I pushed the button to start the coffee maker.

"YAY YAY YAY!  Mom I so CITED!"
"I'm excited TOO!  I'm having coffee!  Why are YOU excited?"
"Be-TUZZ!!!  YAY MADIGAN YAY!"
"Oh yay Madigan!  What did Madigan do?"
"I gave her my donut and she ATE IT ALL!  YAY MADIGAN!"

The DJ of my life screeched the excited happy child/morning coffee music to a halt.  My smile disappeared.  "Audrey, let's not feed the dog donuts.  It will give her a tummy ache."

Aaron joined in from the other room: "Audrey!  Do NOT give the dog any food!  ONLY DOG FOOD!"

On the momentum of an "OooooooooTAY," Audrey sprinted down the hall, followed by Madigan... followed by a scream from Sebastian.

I was pouring the coffee when he came in with a devastated look on his face.  "Madigan ate my donut."

It seems that Audrey's method of dog training is especially effective.  We will have to work hard to help our dog unlearn this donut eating trick.

Since you're wondering, no, my coffee was not extra specially delicious this morning: it turns out the angels do not smile on people who allow a two-year-old to run around naked and teach their dog how to eat donuts.  Also I had to share my donut with a very disappointed little boy.

Happy Saturday.