Rainy Days and Mondays

Chris called late this morning to see how our morning went.

"Awful," I answered. "But it wasn't Lily Baker. It was Ann Catherine."

This was quite the role reversal. AC, like her Daddy, is a morning person and wakes up happy. LB, like her mother, would be just fine if morning passed right on by and the day started around 10.

Ann Catherine was worn out this morning. She got out of bed 15 minutes after I started waking her up and then just moved herself from the bed to the couch. She wouldn't eat her breakfast and just moaned and cried about how tired she was.

I knew it was coming. She was up twice during the night: once to use the bathroom and once because Lamby got wedged between the sheets and cover and she couldn't find her. I was roused out of bed at 4:05 a.m. to pull Lamby to safety.

She had a busy weekend. Saturday she played all day with her friends, Sunday she got up way too early and had a birthday party right after church.

She was just worn out.

She had an activity after school, but I decided this morning we would blow it off. She's five. Those things can wait.

Then about an hour before LB and I picked her up from school, I had a brilliant idea. I baked AC's favorite - chocolate chip cookies! - and she came home to nice, warm cookies.

And that's the story of how we ate cookies - before dinner - on a Monday
afternoon.



The girls laughed and laughed. Partly from the sugar high and partly from looking at LB wearing the new giant batting helmet my nephew Will gave her this weekend.




And soon the plate went from this...



to this...



to this.



They ate every last one of them. (I might have had two or three.)

And it was awesome.