Saturday morning

It's Saturday morning. . . sausage & potatoes are sizzling on the stove, and a pan of biscuits is ready to go into the oven. Julianne and Caleb each had a friend spend the night last night and the five kids have already watched a movie this morning and are now in the middle of a game of Monopoly.

I've been up since just after 5:00, when Betsy woke up and shook, making her dog tags jingle like Santa's reindeer landing on the roof. (I hate it when we forget to take her collar off at night.) I didn't want to get up and take her outside, so I called her into bed with me instead. Somehow our coordination was off, and when she leaped onto the bed, she head-butted me and gave me a fat lip. So I got up and Betsy slept on my side of the bed. What's wrong with this picture?

It actually was nice being up before the kids. I read my Bible with no interruptions and even had time to check my e-mail. Oh, and did I mention the perfect cup of coffee? What would Saturday morning be without that?

Time to pop those biscuits into the oven and start the eggs. I think this will be a good day.