Friday, January 18, 2008

Opening the White Door

So I was woken out of my beautiful sleep this morning by my dear son. He started pulling my covers off while saying "open the white door mama." Half asleep I had no idea what the heck he was talking about. I stumbled onto the floor-making sure not to crush him- and asked "What white door?" "Come mama. Come."
I followed him out of my bedroom and into the kitchen where I discovered the infamous white door. My hubby had been up for an hour or so and was in the garage on the treadmill. Apperently when the little guy got up he heard the treadmill. It was so important for him to see what was making the noise that I got the wake up command-at 6:50 a.m.

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