Ritual

Every morning T has to have a glass of warm milk when she gets up. It has become a ritual. Now that she is big, she has to make it. So, we come downstairs, with her crazy hair, and she stands on the counter, puts the milk in the microwave and pushes the buttons to heat it up. She thinks its pretty awesome that she can do this by.her.self. I think its pretty awesome that she then drinks her glass of milk totally snuggled with me in my bed until its gone and that we do it every single a.m. that I am home...unless of course I am lucky enough to sleep in and Josh gets up with her. Then the ritual is the same only they cuddle on the couch so as to not disturb mama.