This morning, Troy called to me from the kitchen, “Can I pour you some coffee, my love?”

Before I could answer, Annalie replied, “No thanks, I’m good.”

The blanket I’ve been furiously crocheting for Jen‘s Three is done! I finished it in the wee hours of this morning because Elliora is apparently teething and needed to be held and consoled when she was awake from 9:30 last night till 1:30 in the morning. Yes, you read that right. My babies come out of the womb with superhuman stay-awake powers. (Troy: “Gee, I wonder where they get that?”) You might think staying up till 4am to finish a project is nuts. But I am a night owl, and the blanket was so very close to being finished, and I’m leaving tomorrow for a week-long trip to Omaha with the girls while Troy stays home and works crazy hours to finish some project. I wanted to finish it and get it shipped before I leave because Jen could theoretically have the baby before I get back home! Here’s hoping.

My shirt is from ThinkGeek.com, in case you’re wondering.

And hey! The good news is, this blanket is baby-tested and -approved! It was actually sitting next to us, and Elliora reached over and grabbed it and wouldn’t let go. Then she tried to stuff it in her mouth.

Okay! So now that’s done. Here’s my to-do list for today:

The only one I might have trouble with is that last one.

It’s late and I need to go to bed because I actually have to leave the house tomorrow, but I want to write this down before I forget. It would be a shame if I forgot the details of how Annalie has made me and Troy breakfast in bed three times in the past two weeks.

First was Valentine’s Day. She came into the bedroom while I was still lying in bed nursing Elliora, a shy smile on her face and completely dressed in her Valentine outfit. She carefully crossed the room, balancing a large plate filled with a toasted cherry Pop-Tart, a mini evil cookie with pink heart sprinkles, a glass of milk, and a paper flower. She set the plate on the bed next to me and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you like the breakfast I made you.” She sat and proudly watched me eat, taking the plate and glass with her when I was done.

Next was Troy’s birthday. Troy gets up before Annalie does, so she compromised by taking him breakfast in the office. She prepared a tray with a bowl of Lucky Charms, a clementime, and a handmade birthday card and carried it downstairs without spilling a drop of milk.

This morning, I was awakened by Annalie walking into my bedroom with a full plate and a cheery, “Happy anniversary, Mom!” She grinned at me over the plate laden with a bowl of Lucky Charms with milk, a glass of milk, a snickerdoodle, and a little bowl containing the crocus we picked on our walk the day before. We talked about how I used to make breakfast in bed for my mom sometimes when I was her age; she marveled at how long ago that must have been, and wondered if Gramaw still remembers that.

Gramaw does, I told her. I know she must because I will always remember these breakfasts in bed you made for me, sweet girl.

p.s. New banner! This one is one of my favorites. Brenda based it on a vintage tray (just like this one I randomly found on Etsy!) we have hanging in our dining room.