weekend mornings

Daddy lets me sleep in on the weekends.  I truly enjoy the extra time sleeping, but sometimes it isn't that simple.  Daddy needs to remind John every night to "Not wake up Mommy.  Do not go in and snuggle her, do not check on her, just go downstairs and play." 

Saturday morning, John came downstairs and found Daddy in the living room.  He said "Don't worry.  I didn't go in and wake up Mommy.  But I did blow her a kiss as I walked by." 

This morning, I didn't hear John wake up.  But I did hear Gillian wake up.  She walked past our bedroom door and said "I awake now!"  She then went downstairs and found Daddy.  She told Daddy "I awake now!  Where Mommy?"  Daddy said "She is sleeping."  Gillian asked "In her bed?"  Daddy said "Of course!"  Meanwhile, Johnny was looking for something to eat.  Daddy told him, "There are pumpkin muffins in the kitchen."  I guess John didn't trust Daddy and he stood at the bottom of the stairs and yelled "MOM! Can we have pumpkin muffins?"  So much for sleeping in.   

Trucks!

The kids had a truck-filled weekend. On Saturday, Mimi took them to the Touch a Truck event in Wall. During Touch a Truck, the kids get to climb into all the township trucks and learn about them from township employees. Both kids looked exhausted when they got home on Saturday afternoon. I asked them to tell me about their adventure. John told me "We didn't get to drive them. But we got to honk the horn!" I asked him which truck was his favorite. He said "The crane! It was super tall!" He asked Daddy and I what we did all day long, "Did you go to Touch a Truck?"

Bright and early this morning, Uncle T and Chucky (Daddy's cousin) arrived at our house. Uncle T and Chucky came to help Daddy trim some of our trees. In order to help them reach the branches, they brought Poppy's bucket truck. The kids were so excited. They couldn't wait to ride in the bucket. But they first had to do a little work. Uncle T was up in the bucket and he trimmed a few branches. When the coast was clear he would tell the kids. They would run and pick up the branches and move them to a pile. They were very helpful. Then it was John's turn to go up in the bucket. He went with Uncle T, and he was so short that you could only see the top of his head from the ground. The whole time he was in the bucket, Gillian was saying "Is it my turn? I go now!" Next it was Gillian's turn. She went right to Uncle T and then she started to cry. He didn't even move the bucket. She just didn't like it.