I am tired. Entertaining the kids all summer is one thing, but when the day starts at 4:30 or 5 a.m. that's a whole new dimension of tired. We have our own personal little bird who likes to sing to the rising sun in celebration of a new day. The problem is, no one else is ready to celebrate yet. I have to remove Boo from her crib so she doesn't wake up Sophie and banish her to the office:
She gets her pipes from Grandma Liz!
Did I mention I am tired?
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