This morning, Cody and Sebastian are sleeping, and Bruno and I are eating breakfast—oatmeal for him and coffee for me. A rarity in this house, for just the two of us to be the only ones awake at 9 a.m. Bruno is on his second heaping bowl of breakfast. Perhaps he's realizing he needs some extra stores of energy after standing up to the open dishwasher just a bit ago. Earlier, I had the hardest time wrestling him into his clothes because he couldn't stop playing with his toys for two seconds. I hadn't remembered that it started this early. This baby is growing up.
P.S. On an unrelated note, perhaps our next boy should be named Wulfric? It seems like he was a pretty cool guy. Through these first days of Lent I'm realizing that giving up of myself is far from easy or simple, or straightforward. I'm so thankful that we not only have Christ as an example, but all the saints.
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