When Reid first came along mornings scared me. Not knowing at what hour the day would start for blue eyes and myself. Not knowing how to get two kids ready and out the door by a certain time. Not knowing if a shower for me would be accomplished to the tune of tears. But things are starting to shift. I think the three of us have found a nice rhythm to the days. I like to keep the mornings slow. I don't feel the old need to rush out the door and fill our days with busyness. The mornings now contain the best three year old conversations and the cutest interactions between these two.