So this is the first post...better make it a good one.

If you know me, you know I'm married to Gus, who drives me nuts sometimes, but I love the guy. I have a 2 1/2 year old son named Bennett who is perfect, wonderful, maddening, adorable, crazy, and beautiful. We have two cats, Oscar and Emmy. Oscar believes he is Henry VIII reincarnated, as he believes everyone should cater to his every whim, while Emmy is treated like a princess (although she's afraid of everything, including dust).

We live in Virginia, having relocated from Ohio about six months ago for my job (at a major non-profit - I absolutely love my job). We're trying to sell our house in Ohio, and with the housing market tanked, we're now trying to rent the house. We have a few leads, so hopefully, it will have residents very shortly. At the moment, we're bunking with my parents while we scope out houses to rent. We're looking forward to being in our own place again, and my domestic goddess instincts have been busy planning a new look for our new place.

So, that's enough background info. Let's talk about my kid. My friends will tell you that I don't talk about him nearly enough. (Yes, that was sarcasm.) This morning was my day to get up with him. Gus and I alternate weekend mornings, and while Sunday isn't my favorite morning to get up early, it's enjoyable most of the time.

This morning, Ben woke up around 7, which is a major improvement over yesterday's 6:20 AM (which luckily, fell to Gus to field). We came downstairs, and he sacked out on the couch for about a half hour during the Wiggles. He's getting over mono (yeah, two-year-olds can get mono. I had no idea, either.), so while he's watching a bit too much TV lately, it gets him to rest. With him passed out on the couch, I took about ten minutes and fell asleep in the recliner, doing my best imitation of Gus at 10 PM on any given night. It was peaceful and gave me that quick boost I needed for the rest of the morning. After a breakfast of cinnamon toast and applesauce, Ben and I hung out, sang our ABCs, and drew pictures of the cats. He indulged me in my favorite Sunday morning pasttime - reading the sales flyers and scoping out coupons.

Today was one of those days where I didn't mind waking up at 7 AM. Even one snuggle is worth every second of lost sleep.