Westminster Confessions

Jireh decided to sleep in this morning, so without their new alarm clock to help them Hannah and Philip also slept in. They are in the “newborn suite” in the basement. However, on the second floor where the other two (and I) are sleeping it was a different Saturday morning.

First of all, Sheba (the family cat), decides at 5 am that it is absolutely, positively necessary for her to be outside. And so she presents herself at my bed with her persistent request. OK, I drag myself downstairs to opent the door for her.

Shortly after this, Éva gets up and comes to let me know that she is hungry and that I should make oatmeal. I divert her attention and convince her to sleep a little more in my bed with me. I snuggle her and tell her she is a little princess! Her response? “No! I am the Queen!”

A little later, at the window next to my bed, Sheba appears (sitting on the lower roof). She is desperately trying to convince me that it is too cold and rainy for a cat to be outside and could I please come and open the door to let her in NOW!!! I send Éva down to open the front door. She calls out the door “Sheba, here kitty, kitty!!” Sheba ignores her because she sees that I am still in the bed. Not until I drag my ownself out of the bed and down to the front door will she leave the window and come inside. In great gratitude for being allowed inside, she deposits some of her stomach contents on the rug.

After one bowl of oatmeal, some bread & jam, a bowl of rice chex, and some crackers Éva is convinced that she is still hungry and needs more food.

I get Seámus up and dressed and we all head downstairs for the official start of the day. Unfortunately I cannot get the TV to play the little show they are trying to watch (apparently some of the cords and settings have been switched, but I don’t want to wake Hannah and Phil to ask, so I try to distract them with other entertainment…me).

Hannah woke up suddenly and realized that Jireh had slept for 5 hours and was still snoozing deeply. Then Phil realized that he had violated the “Walden Code” by sleeping way past 7 am (any decent Maine boy will be up even on a Saturday “doing” something rather than sleeping).

So, everyone is now up and running. I think I’ve earned a trip into town to check the mail (and maybe try to track down the shop that bakes croissants once a week).

Life is good in Maine.

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