Spring Break is officially over and done. The children are back to school. That means back to waking up early and me attempting to get them to bed earlier than last week. That last part is hard. The sun is up later, it's gorgeous out this week, (as opposed to spring break when it snowed) and the kids do anything they can to stay up late. Baby has been nicknamed "Grizz" on the mornings he doesn't wake up happy. That ends up being the mornings when there isn't something special going on such as an Easter Egg Hunt, Christmas presents, No School, etc, which translates into most mornings.
The first morning back to school Olaf got Baby out of bed and dressed. Boy was he a Grizz! He whined and cried while Olaf dressed him. Then he traipsed out to the sofa and promptly lay down and threw the blanket over himself.
"Time to read scriptures!" I announced, our morning ritual.
"Uhhh, will you get mine for me Dad?" and Olaf handed him his scriptures and helped him find the right place.
We all took turns reading a few verses and then it was Baby's turn.
"Where are we?" as he finally looks at the book.
"Right here. You just need to read a couple verses, they're the shortest ones."
He pauses, looks, groans, and starts reading, "Blah, blah, blahblahblah, blah."
Olaf and I looked at each other, rolled our eyes, and just knew it was going to be one of those days.