Its 7:57 am. I went to bed late last night, I should never do that. I'm tired. Apparently James is tired too (even though he slept 11 1/2 hours last night) because he's sitting at the kitchen table crying like I offended him and staring at his breakfast (which is what he asked for I might add). Tears streaming down his face. What have you done to me mother?? When I offer to help him eat the screaming begins. Oh how I love mornings like this...good thing he's so cute. Here is a picture of a better morning to help me remember that I like him.