On saturday John went to work at 7. Right before he walked out the door at 6:40 I hear Ben screaming to John from the other side of the house while everyone else is still sleeping, including me, "love you dad". Sweet yes I know but not at 6:40 in the morning. Not 1 minute later Stef comes running into my room crying cause Ben woke her up and she didn't know what was going on. So she climbed into bed with me and I snuggled her for a little bit until she said "momma if you painted my toes I would feel better". I am thinking yeah right it is not even 7am on a saturday. So being the good mommy I got up started some laundry, feed them breakfast and painted both Stef and Ben's toes. They loved them and couldn't wait till John got home to show him.
