I adore her style...

My daughter picked out her outfit this morning:

Camo pants and pink mary janes: Just you and me, punk rock girl!

It doesn't get much better than this...

The husband and Number One Son are away for the weekend. This morning, Charlie woke up sometime between 5 and 5:30 to be fed. I woke up with a headache, which I had actually been feeling coming on all night. So, in between breasts (for Charlie, I mean), I got up and rooted around and found the Excedrin Migraine, which had an expiration date of 1/2006, but what the hell anyway. So I took two of them, and when Charlie was done eating he fell back to sleep. I lied there in bed with him on my chest, Ruthanne snuggled up next to me. The headache started to recede, the caffeine kicked in (euphoria! Pain relief!), and since I at that point could not get back to sleep I watched it get lighter and listened to my children breathing. Ruthanne must have been dreaming something, because she kept kind of panting and then giving a little toddler sigh. Charle has outgrown that newborn apnea (thank heavens, the kind that makes it hard for new parents to get any sleep - Is he going to start breathing again?) and was breathing regular little breaths up under my chin. I stayed like that for an hour, just enjoying being there and loving my kids, before I my bottomless stomach compelled me to get up in search of oatmeal.