Credit where credit is due

It is so easy to complain when the kids drive you crazy, so its important to brag on them when they've been nice.

This morning, I heard Nicky wake up. I fell asleep again and didn't hear a thing until Nicky came in. He crawled under the blankets with his father and described how he and Laney had been playing this morning. They had played with trains. They had built blocks. They had played in Nicky's bed. They had built blocks in Nicky's bed. Actually, it sounded like they had done a lot.

"What time is it," I asked Seven.

"Nine-four-one," responded Nicky looking at the clock.

9:41?! I dont think both Seven and I have slept in until nine-four-one on a Sunday morning since before Nicky was born almost five years ago! The kids had played quietly in their room from the time they woke up -- no fighting, just hanging out and having a good time. They didn't come in and pounce on us and begin fighting in our bed. They LET us sleep in! Then when they were ready, they came in to get us -- Laney with a little morning wake-up call for Pappa in her diaper. It was at her request that Pappa change her. Who am I to fight her on it?

I should note that usually the weekend morning pounce is quite nice. However, it's generally a limited-time offer. We know quickly when time is up. First, it starts with cuddles, then it quickly dissolves into kicking and shoving and warm blankets wrestled off onto the floor.