Waking up in the garage.

Ah. Waking up here at Nancy's house is definitely crazy.  I will hear noises around the house but be secure in my converted garage room... until the door opens.  

Finnegan decided to start waking me up most mornings.  He likes to come in, tell me to wake up, then jump on me and walk on my back.  Then he tells me that I can't stay in bed all day and that I should change my clothes. Then he goes and throws all of my magazines and notebooks off the nightstand / toybox and takes out ALL of the toys.  After playing with them, he leaves the room in a disaster.  I should call him Hurricane Finnegan.

This morning, they all came at me at once:  Nancy, Finnegan, Elijah and Spoon.  Finnegan ran over to the bed to sit on me, Elijah scooted over and marveled at my personalized mug with a photo of Valentin on it.  Spoon jumped on my chest and licked my face.  Then Nancy babbled off everything we had to do today and left me with the kids... alone.